Then I waited.
And lo and behold on Wednesday, I came home to a box on my doorstep (I couldn't be there for delivery). I opened the box and found a crate labeled Blithe Hollow Cemetery. It was nailed shut, and that always means serious business. Just for a second I wondered if it would turn out like the Firefly episode, The Message.
In my excitement I probably didn't remove the coffin probably and managed to get the fake dirt and moss all over the cover of the coffin, but it only added to the authentic look. I opened the coffin to find my very own zombie friend from ParaNorman, Goodie Temper:
"If you're reading this (and the evidence suggests you are), then you've succeeded in exhuming one of the undead stars of our new film, ParaNorman. And while some may find the gift of a painstakingly handcrafted zombie doll with poseable limbs buried in dirt to be a little "weird," we suspect it's right up your alley.
This is because we have a hunch you were once like our hero, Norman, what some people like to call a "weird kid." And weird kids have a way of becoming really interesting grown-ups..."It goes on to specifically state why they think I'm an example of why "weird wins." And you know what? It made me shed a couple of tears. My eyes are all teary now reading for the fifth or so time.
I kept digging and uncovered two burlap sacks at the bottom of the crate. Each contained tiny props that are actually from the movie! I squealed with delight and probably freaked my neighbor out. There was a certificate of genius:
here). Besides looking like it's full of fantastic art and animation, I think the story is really going to resonate with me and my friend. Because you know what? I was a weird kid. I wouldn't have it any other way. Weird does win.
More pics of the zombie and props here.