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Okay, The Walking Dead? Sit down, we need to have a talk. And I'm gonna be as calm and as polite as I can be, when I say: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING? What are you trying to do? Because if you're trying to drive me insane by making the most inconsistent and frustratingly stupid show ever, it's working! I mean, what the hell?! What was the point in giving Shane a few points last episode if you were just planning on taking away a million of them the week after? And even Shane's sudden turn straight to murder-and-lies-ville aside: last week you almost made me like the dude who shot a kid, and this week you almost made me dislike a woman who lost her daughter. And then you killed the dude, in the most pointless way possible, for the purpose of squashing any chance that someone would ever like a character on this show who isn't Glenn or Darryl. Ah, let me guess, next week we find out Darryl eats babies and Glenn is a serial-rapist?
Well, FINE. You want me to root for the zombies? I'll root for the zombies! I mean, that dude in the tree wrote a fucking rhyming suicide note, that's pretty awesome! And then he kindly hung himself so that his fellow zombie brethren could munch on his legs. See? The zombies on this show are much more likable than the humans! Go Team Zombies!
The Good Wife and Lost Girl were good-ish, and I liked Once Upon a Time more this week. Nothing much to add to that, though, except that TGW is turning into one of those shows where you can play "Hey, it's those people!"-bingo (Sarah Newlin! Henry from Eureka! Torres from Lie To Me!) and not even Kenzi managed to fully drag me out of my current bad stuffs. Although I did giggle for about 10 minutes at the Lauren-version of:
I need the Lauren-version of that GIF in my life so bad, because that's how I'm feeling at the moment. <3 Kenziiiiii.
Yeah, bad stuffs = still bad. I'm gonna have to buy a new washing machine so there's 4k I can wave byebye to. My fridge had a, lets call it a "mishap", but will not be getting replaced and still smells like something died in it (don't ask, just ... don't.). And the spots on my bathroom ceiling that comes back even if you clean them off are sadly not evidence of the existence of ghosts, it just means I'll have to add painters to the list of people clomping into my apartment with their people-germs, disrupting my routines. Dear universe: I'm down, please don't kick me anymore.
Well, FINE. You want me to root for the zombies? I'll root for the zombies! I mean, that dude in the tree wrote a fucking rhyming suicide note, that's pretty awesome! And then he kindly hung himself so that his fellow zombie brethren could munch on his legs. See? The zombies on this show are much more likable than the humans! Go Team Zombies!
The Good Wife and Lost Girl were good-ish, and I liked Once Upon a Time more this week. Nothing much to add to that, though, except that TGW is turning into one of those shows where you can play "Hey, it's those people!"-bingo (Sarah Newlin! Henry from Eureka! Torres from Lie To Me!) and not even Kenzi managed to fully drag me out of my current bad stuffs. Although I did giggle for about 10 minutes at the Lauren-version of:
I need the Lauren-version of that GIF in my life so bad, because that's how I'm feeling at the moment. <3 Kenziiiiii.
Yeah, bad stuffs = still bad. I'm gonna have to buy a new washing machine so there's 4k I can wave byebye to. My fridge had a, lets call it a "mishap", but will not be getting replaced and still smells like something died in it (don't ask, just ... don't.). And the spots on my bathroom ceiling that comes back even if you clean them off are sadly not evidence of the existence of ghosts, it just means I'll have to add painters to the list of people clomping into my apartment with their people-germs, disrupting my routines. Dear universe: I'm down, please don't kick me anymore.