For the last three weeks I've had various dreams all with one central theme....zombie apocalypse.
Although I'm an avid movie goer with a special place in my heart reserved solely for the "horror" genre, I haven't watched zombie cinema that was worth a damn since Shaun of the Dead.
Anyway, my dreams have been pretty flippin' realistic. I've woken up at least once a night since the dreams started even when taking melatonin (which helps combat my insomniac tendencies) with a cold sweat and much elevated heart beat.
It's times like this that I wish I had a gypsy, psychic, dream interpreter-ish friend to ask what the significance is in watching my parents get mauled by zombies or watching myself lop off zombie heads via a motorcycle I wish I had, or lead a group of nomadic survivors from one location to the next while looking for a can of pineapples to complete a zombie cure (or if they're anything like ham, a great way to baste one!) I always knew pineapple was a wonder fruit.
Zombie's have been on my mind (brraaaaiinnnnnsss!!??) so often lately that I actually had an honest to God discussion with a friend of mine on why zombie's are always thought of as brain eaters. That idea didn't come from the zombie that first orginiated in voodoo culture, they were just people that bugged the shit out of their family and friends enough that said family and friends would consult with a bokor (a fancy schmancy term for socerer) to have "annoying persons" light switch" turned off. In other words, they went and got themselves zombiefied ( I can think of several applications where this would be handy in my own everyday life but have yet to meet a bokur in KY suburbia.) And how, pray tell, are said brain dead zombie creatures supposed to get to our brains anyhow? Our skulls are pretty freaking tough...and zombies, well traditional zombies, are pretty fucking stupid. You don't get super powers when you join the ranks of the undead...so how the hell are zombies supposed to be able to just chew thru the human skull? If you don't count "Dawn of the Dead" zombies aren't capable of using power tools (or in that movie operating rifles and sawed off shot guns)....
Ahhh...this is were my thoughts have been as of late. No working on the cure of cancer or writing the great American novel for moi...I've got zombie's on the brain.
In other news, I'm hosting a BBQ for Kaycie's 27th birthday this weekend. She's neurotic enough to want to host the party a week in advance just to bypass July 4th shennanigans. When I say host, I just mean I'm relaying the message to everyone we know. She's the only person I know that plans their own birthday gatherings, her requirements are that specific. The night is going to include going to a new local nightclub, the Bakers 360 lounge in downtown Lex (which is thankfully only about 2 miles away from my house.) The place looks kind of pretentious (whereas I prefer dives, pubs, taverns, things of a more low key nature) but I'll go for the sake of my friend. Yarrrg. I'll be sure to let ya'll know if that went over like a lead balloon or not.
Welp, it's about time I head out and get some festive do dads for the party.
Remember, in case of a zombie apocalypse...*best when listening to Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl"*
As I'm sure many of you are aware, last night was the season finale of The Walking Dead. While I'm still not sure what I'll do during Monday afternoons (I always watch the day after) I can honestly say that I was pleased by last nights episode. Sure it wasn't the usual, edge of your seat, head busting, gut exploding kind of edge that we've all grown accustomed to, but it was a indeed a sharp episode. I'm a sucker for a good story and I feel that good stories are easy to overlook if we're focusing too intently on making sure the brains seeping out of someone's mouth looks realistic enough. So, I'm sharing my two cents here, on my lil corner-o-the-web to what very well may be no one.
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Carl. Never, in the first two seasons, would I have dreamed to see this character progress so much in one season. Chandler Riggs deserves an extra organic juice box (or Scotch, whatever child celebrities are into these days)for making me move from loathing any time he was on screen because I knew his appearance would warrant at least 5 "Where's Carl?" questions, to making me lean forward, just a little, in my seat to see what borderline serial killer sentence would come from his mouth. We see his innocence slip away like so many zombie extras and there isn't a damn thing Rick can do about it. Carl is a product of being young during a time when being human is a luxury that ends with the people you care about dying. The is no room for the perpetual gray that his father, Rick, lives in. Black and white, live or die, there is no room for hope.
Rick is on the opposite end of the spectrum by the end of season 3. You can tell that his humanity is ebbing back into him, breathing compassion back into his thoughts and actions (but at what cost?) His decision to allow Woodbury's survivors to find sanctuary at The Prison harkens back to the Rick of old, the one who had woken up to a world gone mad with fear. This is the Rick I enjoy. I really feel that his encounter with Morgan (who is now a hollow shell without his son) is what urged him to "Check himself before he wrecked himself." No one wants to be the lonely, crazy, survivalist with only rats (that are soon to be Walker bait) for company.
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Andrea is dead! And what's most shocking is I actually teared up! Andrea is (was) by far my least favorite character. I know that I'm not alone in my all things Andrea disdain. I think I hated her so much because she was so real. We all like to think that if zombies start tearing the world apart, that we'll be kicking ass and push forever forward. However, lets face it, most of us would be Andrea. We would be scared, we would look for someone strong to cling to, and we would lose hope, more than once. I can forgive her for her fear. Zombies ate her sisters face and she nearly killed Daryl (putting her on everyone's shit list) but what I can't get is how selectively obtuse she is. She's that friend that is constantly asking for your opinion but never taking your advice (and complaining about things never changing.) A lot of people were complaining about the way that she died (I.E. being an afternoon snack for Milton) but I thought it was fitting. There are only so many times that you back pedal on what you think is right or wrong before it..well...bites you in the ass (or in this case, the shoulder.) Do I think she could have taken him? Sure. Even Glenn killed a zombie while he was tied up and he's on the same ferocity level as my lukewarm cup of tea. Do I think it was poignant that she died at the hands/mouth of someone as weak willed as herself? You bet I did. They were both victims of their weak wills and I wouldn't have been satisfied with her having died at anyone elses hands.
The governor has completely wigged out and I kinda love it. I feel as if The Governor is a vision of what Carl might become if something doesn't happen soon for him (Carl) to get a grip.I think a showdown between Carl and The Governor would be powerful, but we'll have to see what Season 4 holds.
Overall, in my humble and often too critical opinion, it was an excellent place to bid adieu to us this season (even if I was kind of expecting Daryl to go all Apocalypse Now with the death of Merle still being so new.)
