Just watched The WalKing Dead mid-season premier. (Spoiler alert, ya big crybabies.)
Carl is cursing, Rick did his best to make us think he’d died, and Lady M. shows us a glimpse into her pre-warrior life.
Now I’m watching The Talking Dead, and for the first time ever, I am the tweeter rather than mere reader of tweets.
They are taking questions, and I’ve asked, “Comic book Rick has given up on the idea of ‘right’ a loooong time ago, but Rick on TV always tries to do what is ‘right.’ Will this be the season he finally gives it up?”
The little talk he had with his son points in this direction, especially the bit about how he was only clinging to the idea that things would be “ok” for his babies, Carl and Judith. But now that it seems Judith may be is monster meat (though I’m not convinced) and Carl is a “man,” Ricky says he can stop that silly ol’ nonsense. I’d like to see that.
Too bad they didn’t bother to answer my question on-air and instead addressed those pressing inquiries about pudding.
Still, tweeting something is a new experience…so, as Carl would say, “I won.”
Each day of 2014, I’m
forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.