I've never known the secret handshake, code words, or name to drop to do anything ultra cool in my entire life.  And that's okay.  But I can sympathize with the Party Mummies in their quest to get admitted into the prestigious Zombie Room.  They mostly want in because they can't get in, and there's a lot of that going around, even with us breathers.  It's the zombies' loss, I'd say, because mummies and zombies have one big thing in common:  they're both looking for brains.  Zombie glasses are probably a black market item, making them all the more desirable.  Please e-mail me at:  pjones41@kc.rr.com, and come join me on facebook, too.  Farmville or Cafe World or Yoville, anyone?