Old unix hackers don't die, they just turn into zombie processes

The Galloping Gourmet isn't a zombie, just really really English.

I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

...The purpose of man's life...is to become an abject zombie who serves a purpose he does not know, for reasons he is not to question.

And trying to get to sleep earlier to avoid the morning "zombie effect" is pointless, he said: "The biological clock is extremely accurate and not easily changed. In a way, their brains are trying very hard to go back to sleep in the mornings."

During production, I didn't ever have one minute off to go file my nails, or do anything which girls quite like to do some of the time. I couldn't do anything. I turned into a zombie.