Happy Shark Week 2020!
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 20 years since the Y2K hysteria of December 31st, 1999. Happy New Year! We didn’t die!
Now, you can easily search for the old news reports about the Millennium Bug and read why computer systems were, or were not, going to implode at the stroke of midnight, thrusting all of mankind into a new Dark Ages amid a Y2K apocalypse. This, however, is a more personal story of one small person tasked with testing and patching office computers in the months leading up to Y2K and The End Of The World. Continue reading
Last night millions of Walking Dead Fans said a tearful and premature goodbye to Carl Grimes after eight years. RIP Carl. All I can say is God Forgive Gimple.
You, Scott Gimple, just changed The Walking Dead forever. Last night it lost it’s central theme of Hope, of Rick fighting to keep Carl safe, of every ounce of humanity that made the series so appealing to geeks like me in the very beginning. Since 10:00 pm October 31, 2010 I have been a passionate fan of this show – I have never missed a live airing of a new episode – but this morning I am sad and I am broken. Waiting for last night was like Continue reading
RIP Carl Grimes… even before it happens, in late February 2018 it seems, I am mourning the loss of The Walking Dead.
I know, I know, you hear it all the time from certain sections of the fanbase: “Bring back Beth or else!” and “If Darryl dies we riot and by riot we mean we will stop watching the show” and the age old standby, year after year, “start showing more zombies or Continue reading
It appears to be official. Morgan will be yanked from The Walking Dead and magically transplanted into the Fear The Walking Dead world. Why Scott Gimple, why?
Well, the only valid reason is Continue reading
The Walking Dead Season 7 Finale 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 Continue reading
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.