Still into The Walking Dead. A lot of people can't seem to make up their mind - too many zombies, then not enough zombies; not enough characterization, then people are talking too much. Nothing happens! Cool your jets, turbo (i heard that in a homemade swinger porn, once): it's okay to take your time, sometimes. You got thirteen episodes, just relax and enjoy the ride.
Hell on Wheels was also great, from what i had the chance to see. I didn't get to experience the full episode, but it was fucking awesome watching Cullen blow that guy away in the confessional. That shot with the dead soldier on the floor of the church, and the confessional door swinging open with Cullen's boots in the frame was fucking hot shit. Of course, it's not mindblowing gamechanging television - neither is The Walking Dead, for that matter. But it's great, fun television, and i think that counts for a lot.
I've been sleeping on my floor a lot recently. I waver between kind of not liking my room at all? And thinking it's the coolest little thing ever? Like, right now something about it is just totally cool. Little makeshift bedding on the floor, clothes and my good shoes on my futon, surrounded by stacks of books and a record player and shelves full of tomes and other physical media, television flanked by towers of DVDs. Would be really swell if i were about seven years younger!
Skyrim! Man. Get hype! I spoiled a tiny bit for myself, a sorta cool happening that i wish i had discovered on my own but at the same time it's a hard game to really ruin in that manner: a lot of what makes a playthrough so astonishing is the random elements, your personal method of discovery. Or some bullshit, i don't know. Half-accidentally, i also spoiled most of what's been revealed about Mass Effect 3's storyline so far - whether any of it is true is yet to be ascertained. I'll say no more, as even alluding to my thoughts about the revelations might skew another's bias one way or the other.
Five Days Ride to Skyrim:
"Now i saw this thing happen: a strong warrior, seated at a table near the door, behind Buliwyf, rose with speed, plucked up a spear, and charged at the back of Buliwyf. All this happened in less time than it takes a man to suck in his breath. Yet also Buliwyf turned, plucked up a spear, and with this he caught the warrior full in the chest, and lifted him by the shaft of the spear high over his head and flung him against a wall. Thus was this warrior skewered on the spear, his feet dangling above the floor, kicking; the shaft of the spear was buried into the wall of Hurot. The warrior died without a sound." - Eaters of the Dead, Michael Crichton
Amon Amarth - Valhall Awaits MeA fierce blow makes the helmet crack; the axe cut to the teeth!