Gripping. Absolutely gripping.

That’s pretty much all I can really say about The Walking Dead mid-season finale.  I haven’t felt this hooked into a television show since the fourth season of Dexter.  But I don’t think even Dexter could pull at the heart strings like The Walking Dead does.

I really can’t think of anything that disappoints me about the show, other than the fact that it’s not on more.  I’ve more or less developed at least one emotion to pretty much every character to this point, and I feel my entire body going tense while watching each episode.  There are parts where I can’t even sit down, I’m so far beyond the edge of my seat.  The zombies themselves are an afterthought for the most part, it’s the constant threat of them being around that is enough to create the necessary tension.

A long, long time ago, I read the first few issues of the comic book, so beyond the first season, this is all more or less new territory for me, beyond the few differences and wrenches the television storyline has embarked on.  Now, I dare not even think about delving into the comic books just yet, for fear of ruining the suspense and anticipation that I’ve created for myself in regards to the series.  Maybe later, in the future I will, but certainly not now.

I love where how the show is progressing with my boy Glenn, and it always rules to me when a male protagonist can have an emotional monologue, and get good results out of the words.  Vicariously, I want to be Glenn, with the opportunity to kill zombies and pursue a relationship with the hot farmer’s daughter.

I’m not even upset with the whole mid-season finale thing they’re doing.  I’m more in admiration for AMC’s intelligent decision to not bother competing with the stretch run of football, as well as the coming bowl season, and I’m guessing they’ll re-air the first seven episodes again, and try to snare some more loyal viewers, right before restarting the season in February, with hopefully a bigger following.

Walking Dead’s Glenn episode ftw

Episode six of Walking Dead season 2 was probably the best episode evar.  Dating back to episode four, I’m ecstatic to see that my Atlanta-based, Korean-American boy, Glenn, is getting some significant character development and face time this season.  Furthermore, my heart and my fandom rejoices for the character, when he gets to have some post-zombie apocalyptic spontaneous sex action with the hot farmer’s daughter, Maggie.

This makes me happy in a myriad of ways:

  • Stephen Yeun playing Glenn is fantastically awesome.  Lauren Cohan playing Maggie is ridiculously hot.
  • It’s always been perceived as kind of taboo to have Asian people actually getting any makeout scenes with non-Asian people.  More so for Asian guys than Asian women.  And even more so for television than in movies.  It took forever for physical affection between interracial pairings to be portrayed in movies, and even longer for it to make it to television.  What I’m trying to say is that this kind of pairing, on cable television, feels like somewhat of an evolution of tolerance and acceptance of this kind of occurrence actually getting to happen.
  • Subsequently, mentally I’m thinking “fuck yeah Glenn, way to score with the hot farmer’s daughter!” which is kind of like living vicariously through a potential fantasy.
  • The Glenn character is getting some much deserved spotlight, and is a refreshing reprieve from ambiguous pregnancy, eventual heel turn and angsty gun-hungry cunt.  He wasn’t just the greaseman for once and was actually getting some lines, action, and a chance to portray a hero and a friend.

But mostly, I’m really just crushing hard on the Maggie character.  I will not look forward to the “mid-season break” that the show will embark on after Sunday, although I understand why it’s being done.  At least the wait won’t be that long, and that they’re not pulling the Sopranos bullshit, of not really letting anyone know when any new episodes would air at all.

Photos: Run For Your Lives! Starring Justin Timberlake*

*not really Justin Timberlake

I wish I could have taken my camera along with me to take pictures during the whole ordeal, but it’s good that I didn’t. Between the mud, water, and the constant risk of biting it, it probably wouldn’t have made it. Not that there would have really been any time to take any pictures what with the constant sprinting and escaping from the zombies there was the whole time.

In the photos, you’ll see some photographs of the relentless traffic jams to get to just the parking lot, the parking lot itself, where no less than 25 cars got stuck right in front of my eyes, the before, and the bloody aftermath, and cleanup process. Good times, but man, I gotta reiterate how much work lies ahead for this activity’s future endeavors.

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I Ran For My Life and survived the entire experience

I finished the race in __:__:__, because I didn’t bother to check nor wait for the time results to update before it got so cold that my company and I opted to leave.

I had two flags left (out of three).  I was unaware that I had two, since I was convinced that a zombie had gotten my second one in the same area where I lost my first one, so I played the entire second half of the race as if I had one flag left; very defensively, and took my dear sweet time in order to conserve energy for dodging zombies as not to lose my last flag.

Although I successfully made it through the entire race with flags intact, designating me a “survivor,” I’m not going to boast about how I owned this event, and how I made a bunch of zombies look like Lucy and Ethel, bumbling around trying to catch me, because that’s certainly far from how it went.  I was very lucky to survive, and I was very unprepared.  Really unprepared.

Let’s start from the beginning.

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Excitement in the air

It started last night, when it became apparent that my ghost town of a little Days Inn was well occupied suddenly. This morning at complimentary continental breakfast, were several obvious-purposed persons, doing what I had in mind; get fueled up and get prepared for the zombie run.  Upon speaking with a few of them, most seem to be from New Jersey, New York and Pennsylvania, as I’d imagine anyone who lives in Virginia or fuckingMaryland is probably just going to commute it.

But no make mistake, as much as I’d like to have thought I was the only zombie runner staying in this place, regardless of the “official” accommodations in Edgewood, fuckingMaryland, but I’m clearly not.  That’s not a bad thing though, seeing other people here for it has awakened some excitement within me, and 1 p.m. can’t get here soon enough.  All this unknown and anticipation is making me stir-crazy.

My best friend said this

You know something, I think I should start a series of these.  However, that would require some retroactive effort to actually utilize tags and keywords, to which the simple thought of is pretty exhausting.

Maryland still sucks balls, and I hate this fucking state.  I have driven on I-95 in nine states, and at no point are people dumber than when they’re in Maryland.

The zombie run is in less than 24 hours.  I am feeling apprehensive, nervous, excited, ill-prepared and determined.