How to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse
Any of y'all watch AMC's The Walking Dead? Hands-down the best new show on TV this year, and maybe the best show on TV this year, period (the jury's still out until the Dexter finale determines whether this season is just a repackaging of season two or an awesome twisty-turny season in its own right).
But back to The Walking Dead: I never thought I'd get into a zombie show, much less find my appetite for one insatiable after a six episode season.
I certainly never thought I'd dream about actually living through a zombie apocalypse, as I did last night. It was quite the tense dream, let me tell you! I was running around with a little band of survivors who included the Tater Tot (who wasn't running around, despite his newly-acquired skills, so I had the added challenge of dodging walkers while lugging around my 22 pound kid), a few random people with magic wands who could't remember any useful spells to help us escape the zombies, and Bruce Wayne. Yes, that Bruce Wayne.
Now, I haven't really thought Christian Bale was hot since Newsies (not that I don't think he can be hot, but I just don't think about him as much now as I did when I was a teenager), but I certainly was not objecting to the naked bits of this dream--because everyone knows that a crucial part of surviving the zombie apocalypse is to stop running and have sex. Seriously: don't you think the odds of not getting turned into a zombie are exponentially increased by being tight with Batman?
There was also something really strange about raiding all the abandoned supermarkets for stale bread to use as bricks for fortifying the walls of living shelters (don't know why Bruce didn't just take us to the Bat Cave) and stale bread puree being the best food for babies because of the antibiotics from the mold (apparently there wasn't any Gerber left on the abandoned supermarket shelves), and Bruce causing me much angst because he felt we needed to hide our relationship for my own protection (noble great prat), and finally the part where we ended up being sent to a concentration camp (don't ask me!) where our clothes were confiscated and they ran out of prison-issue pants before I could get any, because I wasted time in in decision over whether I wanted a white uniform or military fatigues.
As to whether I ultimately survived the concentration camp or the zombies or made my angsty relationship with Bruce work, I'll never know, because at that point, my alarm went off.
Is it season two yet?
But back to The Walking Dead: I never thought I'd get into a zombie show, much less find my appetite for one insatiable after a six episode season.
I certainly never thought I'd dream about actually living through a zombie apocalypse, as I did last night. It was quite the tense dream, let me tell you! I was running around with a little band of survivors who included the Tater Tot (who wasn't running around, despite his newly-acquired skills, so I had the added challenge of dodging walkers while lugging around my 22 pound kid), a few random people with magic wands who could't remember any useful spells to help us escape the zombies, and Bruce Wayne. Yes, that Bruce Wayne.
Now, I haven't really thought Christian Bale was hot since Newsies (not that I don't think he can be hot, but I just don't think about him as much now as I did when I was a teenager), but I certainly was not objecting to the naked bits of this dream--because everyone knows that a crucial part of surviving the zombie apocalypse is to stop running and have sex. Seriously: don't you think the odds of not getting turned into a zombie are exponentially increased by being tight with Batman?
There was also something really strange about raiding all the abandoned supermarkets for stale bread to use as bricks for fortifying the walls of living shelters (don't know why Bruce didn't just take us to the Bat Cave) and stale bread puree being the best food for babies because of the antibiotics from the mold (apparently there wasn't any Gerber left on the abandoned supermarket shelves), and Bruce causing me much angst because he felt we needed to hide our relationship for my own protection (noble great prat), and finally the part where we ended up being sent to a concentration camp (don't ask me!) where our clothes were confiscated and they ran out of prison-issue pants before I could get any, because I wasted time in in decision over whether I wanted a white uniform or military fatigues.
As to whether I ultimately survived the concentration camp or the zombies or made my angsty relationship with Bruce work, I'll never know, because at that point, my alarm went off.
Is it season two yet?