The Walking Dead Season 7 and how Shiva saved Carl
I wrote a pretty harsh post a year ago regarding the Season 6 ending of The Walking Dead. Leaving us with the knowledge that someone just DIED but not knowing who, all summer, for six long terrible excruciating months… Yeah, I was pretty upset.
So, I thought it was only fitting a year later to say thank you to Scott Gimple, Greg Nicotero and the rest of TWD crew for The Walking Dead Season 7 Finale. Instead of leaving the fandom twisted up in knots, we were instead served up a dramatic, action packed episode that ended with Maggie giving one of the most memorable speeches in TWD history. We left Season 7 with a soft fade out where everyone is safe, for the time being, instead of bloody barbed wire bats in mid swing.
Episode 16 “The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life” wasn’t all puppies and rainbows – we lost Sasha in a brilliant move that had me rooting for the walker for the first time ever. The Scavengers double crossed Rick – those dirty double crossing rats! – and I was resigned to the fact that Carl was about to buy it for real. And then Shiva happened! I swear, when that tiger jumped behind Negan just before Lucille bashed in Carl’s skull, I literally sat up on my sofa and cheered out loud. I think I fist pumped a little bit too. 😀
I know it’s just a show, I KNOW it is, but when King Ezekiel yelled “Alexandria will not fall!” I got goosebumps. I swear, if I lived in The Walking Dead Universe (and had actually survived past Season 1) I would put on some athletic store padding as armor and follow King Ezekiel anywhere after that scene.
Are The Scavengers cannibals?
One thing that nibbled on my brain, pardon the pun, was the exchange between Jadis and Negan when she says “The deal was for 12, yes?” and he says “10. People are a resource.” I suddenly got a weird Terminus flashback. I mean, why did they take Father Gabriel along with the food? Why did Jadis double cross Rick with a “better deal” for people from Negan? Are the Scavengers secret cannibals? I did a little Terminus BBQ meme and posted it to my Instagram to see if I was the only one getting this weird cannibal vibe. Sabrina Gennarino, who plays Tamiel, got a giggle out of it and shared it with her followers. Between our two accounts my Scavengers As Cannibals meme got quite a few likes so maybe I’m on to something. Which is horrifying!
So, anyway… thanks again The Walking Dead people for making the Season 7 finale less of a cliffhanger than last year. Waiting 6 months for Season 8 to start is still difficult, but at least this summer will not be filled with as much angst as last year. Thank goodness.
It has been one week since Glenn and Abraham made the ultimate sacrifice for the group. It was one of the most haunting episodes and I will never be able to unsee it.
The Season 7 opener for The Walking Dead started with a sense of dread that had followed me all day. I was snuggled on the couch as 9 pm approached but as the parental warning flashed on the screen I sat up and moved to the end of the sofa and as the episode began I got up and crept up to the television set and sat a foot away from the screen like I was five years old again, watching Saturday morning cartoons.
It was awful. No way did I expect Negan to kill two of Rick’s group. Abraham made total sense in the way Season 6 ended “Oh! Taking it like a champ!” but I wasn’t ready for it. No one could be ready for any of it. But when Darryl jumped up, and then Negan turned and whacked Glenn instead… see, I knew in my heart that it would be Glenn so it was almost a relief when it happened. A horrible, painful and terrifying release of tension that was with me, and most TWD fans I would expect, all summer.
God bless Maggie. When she said the group had to get back to Alexandria to get ready to fight I was all “You go girl!” and then I was all “Girl, sit down and get on your knees because there is no fighting this one.” It’s awful to see Rick so beaten down and broken, but thank God Negan stopped short of taking Carl’s arm.
You may have noticed by now that I haven’t really gotten into the details of how Glenn and Abraham died. I’m still not ready. I don’t think I can ever be ready to discuss it in too much detail. I have heard that social media was all a buzz about how The Walking Dead crossed some line in this past week’s episode and it was “unacceptable”. Well of course it was unacceptable! That’s the whole point of what we watched happen when Rick Grimes and his group crossed Negan. There are some very bad people in The Walking Dead universe and survival of the fittest will be the law of the land, which leads to some very unacceptable moments. Don’t turn away and be all indignant – watch it and learn.
Thankfully this past week has been full of the twists and turns of a totally different universe known as the Presidential Election 2016. So I’ve been paying attention to that in the same way Carol suggested and planned the thank you dinner for Hershel and his family to keep her mind off of Sophia lost in the woods. Between emails and servers, the FBI and Wikileaks, I can keep my mind off of the horrifying deaths of two of the coolest guys on The Walking Dead. Rest In Peace Glenn and Abraham.
Happy Shark Week!
Now you know me, I’m such a geek, and every year I live for Shark Week. Well, not literally but you know what I mean. So as soon as I saw the first commercial announcing that Discovery Channel’s Shark Week 2016 was starting Sunday night June 26th at 8 pm I was understandably excited. My first thought was boy, is it my imagination or does this festival of shark geekiness start earlier and earlier every year? Then a second and more serious revelation entered my shark fevered brain… This is awfully close to 4th Of July and we all know what THAT means:
AMC’s annual Dead, White and Blue marathon! Days upon days of back to back episodes of The Walking Dead from season one straight on up to the last episode of the last season. Well, since we are about to start season seven of TWD, that’s a whole lot of episodes and OH MY GOSH NO! IS THIS GOING TO CONFLICT WITH SHARK WEEK!?!
So I did what any self respecting nerd would do, I immediately googled the air dates for the Dead, White and Blue marathon 2016 while holding my breath just a little. The page was still refreshing and already I was feeling the inner turmoil of having to choose between two utterly fantastic television experiences that highlight my summer each year. I mean, it was bad enough back when I first had to decide between The Twilight Zone July 4th marathon on the SyFy channel and The Walking Dead zombiefest. In the earlier years I was still able to catch most of the Twilight Zone episodes because there were not that many TWD seasons. But lately The Twilight Zone always loses out except for sneak peaks during commercials.
I know, I know, I could just purchase or record all of TWD seasons and watch them whenever I want, but it’s not the same thing. I like the geeky experience of tuning in live, as it happens.
So the mid-season finale of Fear The Walking Dead Season Two was last night.
And I don’t care.
I mean, I watched it. There wasn’t much anticipation on my part, I totally admit. I completely forgot that it was mid-season finale night until about 7:45 so I missed any FTWD marathon fun that AMC may have run yesterday. Again, I didn’t much care.
But why not? Well, maybe it’s because the Spanish language dialog has continued to increase over the episodes, resulting in more caption text on the television screen for the English speaking crowd. Now, on Sunday nights I get all comfy on the couch, cuddled up with blankies and the cat sometimes, and see, the TV is way over there against the far wall. Normaly I can see everything just fine, but those itsy bitsy teeny weeny captions on the screen are beyond the power of my glasses. If I sit up and shift over to the right side of the couch, I can read them. Laying down in my happy zombie night position, I cannot. And honestly, I have not cared enough to shift my viewing position in order to read the Spanish dialog translated to English in minuscule lettering on my television screen.
I get it. Daniel is from South America, they are now in Mexico, there is a major Latin influence going on in the story arch. But there is atmosphere to flavor a story and then there is overkill. Fear The Walking Dead isn’t a telenovela so in my opinion all this Spanish/English subtitles stuff is overkill. Yes, I knew what a telenovela was ages ago thanks to Jeff Lewis’s housekeeper aka second mom Zoila on Bravo’s Flipping Out. Even Zoila spoke mostly English so I never had to shift my position on the couch to understand the gist of the story. With Fear The Walking Dead, lately I have taken to just laying there, not understanding what the characters are saying for huge chunks of an episode, not really giving a damn.
But I think the real reason why I didn’t care that much about FTWD’s mid-season finale last night is why I haven’t had much enthusiasm for season two as a whole – and I shared this with a friend the other day – I am still just plum pissed off about the Season Six Finale of The Walking Dead. Still haven’t got over the “who did Negan kill” pushing me off the cliff and having to hang there suspended for six months thing. Every Sunday night since then I have cuddled up with the cat to watch Fear The Walking Dead but I have felt cold and dead inside, seething a little in a it’s just a tv show but I’m still angry sort of way.
So between subtitles and lingering TWD fan anger, FTWD has not been enjoyable this time around. And that sucks. Cause normally I love, I treasure, my Sunday night zombies.
I had a strong reaction to the season six finale of The Walking Dead. I felt the terror, the uncertainty of what was going to happen, then the absolute certainty that someone was going to die. I felt it all day, watching the Walking Dead marathon. Someone was going to die and for the first time since AMC originally aired this zombie apocalypse series in 2010, I felt dread instead of excitement as the hours counted down to the final episode of season 6. Of course people die but this time, I knew it was coming and it was going to be really, really bad. I kinda didn’t want to see it happen. But of course I watched. Duh.
And as I watched Negan smash someone’s brains out, fading into black with only faint, gruesome sounds in the background and then the credits rolled, I shook a little then both middle fingers flew up at the tv screen and I yelled “F you F you F you F you! EFFF YOU. F you F you… oh F you!” until The Talking Dead come on.
There was no one watching with me except the cat so it wasn’t for any audience of my own. It was a gut reaction, raw emotion bubbling up from my core. F YOU. F you for leaving me like that, still not knowing. F you.
I get that the writers and producers of the show wanted to leave us not knowing who Negan beat to a bloody pulp so we would have the same horror in our heads as the characters who had to shut up and watch it. The audience is supposed to be feeling the same terrible emotion knowing that everything we knew just changed. I get it. But I don’t like it one bit. Not one tiny bit.
I woke up Monday morning, kissed the cat and then said out loud “F you” a couple of times then made coffee. I thought back to the previous five seasons and the final scene. Sometimes we’ve had cliff hangers, pretty big ones, but nothing so awful as knowing someone just died a horrific death but nobody knows who it was.
Thank you on demand cable – today I caught up on the two part premiere of the brand new X-Files Season 10. And may I say I was pleasantly surprised that The X-Files reboot delivered everything I wanted.
Let me backtrack a bit. Back when the X-Files premiered in 1993, it quickly became my favorite TV show ever. I have always been a sci-fi paranormal weird stuff geek. My mom took me to see Chariots Of The Gods when it was first released in theaters, although I was so very young at the time that I do not recall if I asked to see it or if she just took me cause SHE wanted to watch it. I know I had a copy of the book purchased at a rummage sale at school that I treasured. Later, In Search Of with Leonard Nimoy was my favorite thing on television. Yep, I was I was a nerd.
Thanks to a million channels on cable these days, I have my fill of geektacular shows like Ancient Aliens, Hanger One brought to you by MUFON, Finding Bigfoot, Monster Quest, UFO Files and various other programs featuring cryptic creatures, little green men and enough paranormal fodder to please and delight my inner child several times a week. But I digress.
Back to the original X-Files. Every episode was an event, every new season a celebration. When it aired on Friday nights, my geek friends and I planned our nights around Mulder and Scully; watch the new episode then out to the club to drink, dance and discuss in great detail just how awesome tonight’s episode was. The monsters and freaks are as fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday… Fluke Boy, Dark Matter, Eve 6, that old man with the dog, the circus episode… and The Lone Gunmen! Gawd, they were the best geek trio in all history of history. We had no on demand or dvr back then. We taped the shows on VCRs so we could watch the latest ep again and hit the rewind button. And we liked it.
But then, in the last couple of seasons, the shippers won. Fox and Dana, kissing and being all romantic; the mythology part of the series weaved it’s way into romance and for me, the X-Files lost it’s luster. It was quite distressing, feeling that distance growing between my favorite show and me. I felt an actual loss when I decided to stop watching. No more VCR, no more discussions with my friends. I was genuinely sad.
But wait. Fast forward that old VCR to today. As Season Ten Episode One began, Chris Carter made a brilliant decision… the music was the same, and the opening credits were identical, right down to the fonts on the screen. A part of me was transported back to the 1990’s and I smiled. It’s true, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully have aged a bit – haven’t we all – but they looked good. As the episode progressed, I felt like I was catching up with old friends, the kind of friends that you drifted apart from not because of anything bad but just because your interests changed. But it didn’t matter anymore, you were hanging out again and it was just fun.
The references to Mulder and Scully’s romantic past and child together were a bit of a broken eye roll for me, being that the Shipper stuff is why I drifted away back then. Oh well, whatever. It was fun seeing Walter Skinner (who hasn’t aged a bit) and The Smoking Man, and I enjoyed the up to the minute social references like Mulder showing up in an Uber car and that You-tube guy and his conspiracy theories about the government. When they touched on how different today’s world was now because of 9/11 I got a bit of a lump in my throat. That day affected me deeply. I threw away all of my VCR tapes, including the X-File copies, long ago, but somewhere upstairs I still have a tape of the short lived spin off Lone Gunmen show episode in March 2001 where they thwart a plot to fly a plane into the World Trade Center. Six months later 9/11 happened and I used that Lone Gunmen tape to record some of that day. I don’t even have a VCR anymore but still I keep that tape, with that episode and what happened after.
Anyway, so far I find The X-Files 2016 to be a refreshing and successful reunion with a television show that brought me such pleasure back in the day. I’m hoping the numbers are good enough that we might get more than just the initial six episodes. While clicking around to get to it today, the on demand channel was broadcasting sneak peeks of the upcoming season and for people like me, apparently there will be stand alone episodes with “monsters” and a funny episode, sprinkled in with the mythology. I’m good with that. No, The X-Files Season 10 is not a shiny new toy like Season 1 was. This is a comfortable old sweater, a favorite book you’ve read a million times, that familiar meal you order in the restaurant. Not everything needs to be shiny and new all the time, and if handled well, that old sweater can be just as nice as a new version. This new X-Files feels like coming home.
I can’t believe Shark Week is almost over! It all started on Sunday, July 5th and Discovery Chanel’s 2015 Findependence has been a wild ride. My favorite new offerings so far have been Super Predator (poor little Alpha One getting chased and eaten like that), Bride Of Jaws – Joan Of Shark is the best shark name EVER – and Alien Sharks: Close Encounters. Paul Clerkin loves his spooky fish!
Still to come is Sharksantity 2 tonite at 9 pm, the continued marathon all day tomorrow, and the last new shark adventure Shark Island premiering at 8pm Sunday night, July 12th.
I still remember watching the very first Shark Week back in 1988. My boyfriend at the time called and said “I’m coming over, Shark Week starts tonight”. I sounded just like that dude in Jaws when Richard Dreyfuss says “it’s a tiger shark” and the guy says “It’s a what???” And I’ve been watching it every year ever since.
#sharkweek truly is The Most Wonderful Week Of The Year!
If you are a space geek like me, you were glued to the NASA channel this morning and witnessed the successful maiden test flight of Orion after yesterday’s scrub. She splashed down in the Pacific Ocean at 11:29 am Eastern Time today, December 5, 2014 and as I watched the live video feed showing the capsule bobbing passively atop the waves, it hit me – we really are going to send people to Mars!
As an avid reader of sci-fi since I was knee high to the proverbial grasshopper, I have never had a doubt that one day mankind would really venture into space, past the Moon, one day to Mars, then perhaps to Jupiter’s moon Europa and eventually beyond, traveling to new solar systems and galaxies. I feel blessed this morning that this space adventure is happening during my lifetime. Have you ever had shivers of joy at the mere thought of something so grand and promising? I have, and today I am smiling because I am in the front row to watch something I always knew would happen someday. This test flight of Orion, America’s new spacecraft, has opened the door to wondrous things.
Do Indian Cave Paintings Show Prehistoric Alien Abductions?
July 18, 2014 mysteriousuniverse.org
It’s a story made for a Bollywood sci-fi musical starring Will Smith as an dancing alien fighter. An archeologist in India claims that 10,000-year-old cave paintings are depictions of UFO landings, alien visits and possible prehistoric alien abductions and has asked NASA and ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization) for research assistance.
The paintings are in caves near the town of Charama in Chhattisgarh, a state in central India known for its cave artworks. Most of them are the usual drawings of humans, animals and everyday life in 8,000 BCE. Some of the animals are odd – kangaroos and giraffes not native to India and fish that are part human, or vice versa.
According to the Times of India, archaeologist JR Bhagat recently found new paintings of even stranger creatures. Here’s his description:
The paintings are done in natural colors that have hardly faded despite the years. The strangely carved figures are seen holding weapon-like objects and do not have clear features. Specially, the nose and mouth are missing. In few pictures, they are even shown wearing space suits.
Read the full story at http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2014/07/do-indian-cave-paintings-show-prehistoric-alien-abductions/
Courtesy Mysterious Universe