Four day weekends are about three days too short. I’m grateful for the two days off from work, but three more sure would have been fun. I am never satisfied. Since Thanksgiving, three things of significance have happened.
1. I saw Catching Fire. I LOVED it. I loved it so much. It even made me cry multiple times. I had all the feels! I was completely enraptured for the entire two and a half hours. After 29 years, I FINALLY realized that the more distance I can put between the book and the movie, the better. It’s been over two years since I first read the hunger games, so I have managed to forget the finer points over the course of the last 700 something days. Therefore, I loved the movie and have no idea what they did right or wrong. Ignorance is truly bliss when it comes to crushing devastation at the hands of a book to film adaptation.
YES I DO. You might be seeing him again on Monday… Whoa.
2. I came back from Thanksgiving weighing exactly the same as when I left.
How very perplexing. I checked four times and moved the scale twice. Apparently, it just might be true.
3. WALKING DEAD
I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty much 100% okay with all of those who no longer exist. Hershel was old and I don’t really see him peg-legging it through the zombified forest with much luck. I think this just saves a lot of heartache and horror down the road when old McDonald gets left behind. As for Judith. I don’t typically think the death of a small child or children is a good thing, but she was a baby in the apocalypse. Frankly, we already had one too many spawn of awful Laurie running around the earth. Farewell, Judith, you were cute (but way too loud). The two weakest links are now conveniently gone as the crew gets scattered out into Georgia.
And Megan, bless her little oblivious heart. As a child (and now adult) who is typically petrified by every sound that has ever existed, I again wonder how situational awareness was so lacking on her part. While I realize that she lived in the relative safety of an apartment for most of the apocalypse, being out among the zombies should have her scared shitless at this point. Also, subtract 9,000 parent points from Lily. You can’t let your kid be that far away when zombies are about. She should have been on that roof with her. Considering how loud zombies are, I just don’t understand how that thing got so far out of the ground before she noticed. Also, I think all kids that have the dexterity to hold one should have a knife. There is no reason for them to be so completely helpless. 1000 points to Gryffindor for Carol’s obvious, yet unappreciated, good sense.
I will miss the Pirate Governor despite how incredibly stupid his plan was. In what world do you blow holes in the place in which you hope to take shelter? Also, he was clearly the captain of the stupids. Who in their right mind would believe that they could go and forcefully take the shelter of another group of people without mass death and destruction. Sure, in a normal world you could hope that most reasonable people to evacuate, but in world where you are in constant danger of getting eaten alive, I’d go ahead and guess no.
And, Lizzie is a budding psychopath right?? She was the one who did the mouse thing, right? She has crazy eyes. Carol did not give me psychopath vibes at all. So, did she cover for Lizzie? I find it believable that Carol killed the flu people because it’s a completely logical (albeit crappy) solution. But, could Lizzie have dragged those bodies out? Did Carol cover for her. Carol is so coming back. She has to. I hope she swoops in and saves Daryl (after some zombies have ripped his shirt off…).
And maybe trim that hair up a bit.
So, what did you think!!