| Darryl, the redneck ninja. Photo credit |
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OK, are we alone now? I love you. Wait..what? Sorry about that. Lost my mind for a second there.
So yeah...The Walking Dead. We've been absolutely loving this half-season. While the first half of the season was one long drawn-out search for a dead girl, the action has ratcheted up a notch as we zombie shuffle toward this Sunday's season finale. We've got shootouts and zombies and in-fighting and more zombies and the breakup of a formerly grand bro-mance. It's been a whole shambling heap of zombie fun.
And the creators of the show haven't been shy about killing off some of the main characters this year. I would suggest that they have killed off the wrong main characters, but at least they are recognizing that the show takes place in a zombie apocalypse. People die in a zombie apocalypse. That's one of the rules. Next to head-shots, it's pretty much the top rule.
Like I said, we've been really enjoying the show.
That's not to say that there have been some problems with it. Take Carl, for instance. I couldn't have been the only one out there, but I literally yelled out "WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING OUT THERE?" during the last five minutes of the past show. I felt like Brodie yelling at that kid on the escalator in Mallrats. If you saw it, you know what I mean. It's night-time in Zombieland, there's a missing prisoner, shots have been fired...and he is fucking wandering around? In in a fucking field! What the hell is up with that? Remember when I said the wrong people have been dying? Yup...he's one of the ones who should have bit it by now. Him and his stupid fucking hat!
I'm not the only one to feel that way about Carl. The Internets are buzzing with the same thoughts. Best portrayed here by graphic artist Peter Chiykowski on his Rock, Paper, Cynic site:
There are other problems with other characters, for sure. T-Dog has literally had two lines of dialogue in the past 6 weeks. And those were in this past episode. I'm pretty sure one of them was "Welcome ta Earf!"* Andrea should just sit back and kick ass and stop judging people. Her judgy-face is making me long for the day when a zombie finally bites it off! And Lori...ugh, don't get me started on Lori. If I had my druthers, and I really miss my druthers, her head would be on the chopping block in the season finale. And my druthers are blood-thirsty, so I would want it to be a gruesome death. Maybe she could choke on that ham sandwich that she is seriously in need of. Fucking skinny bitch! And she's supposed to be pregnant? Iggy Pop is curvier. Ugh.
I just can't wait for them to get off of this farm and out into the big, scary zombie world. Hopefully that's what happens after this zombie herd runs rough-shod over the farm next week. And maybe Carl will leave the house one time too many.
::fingers crossed::
*That's racism, man! I love to racism, bro!