Spring suffered a terrible setback last night. I'm hoping this is the dramatic part of the fight, where it looks to Adrian and all the world like Rocky is going to lose but then he pulls out all of the stops and in a slow motion dance accompanied by a stirring rock ballad, he punches his way through blood and sweat and defeat into the final page's happy ending.
Wait a minute – Rocky lost. That’s a terrible analogy.
Speaking of terrible, I caught another episode of "The Walking Dead." It wasn't hard, they're zombies and they don't move very fast. In this case, neither does the story and I'm sorry, I know there are a lot of people who absolutely love the show, but I just don't get it.
|Go For a Walk Instead.|
I mean, I get the show. It's about survivors after the Zeds show up. What I don't get is why so many people are in love with it. I have to go to enough staff meetings that watching a bunch of aimless, brain eating creatures wander around doing nothing isn't entertaining to me. (No offense boss, if you're reading this. You're meetings are more like Fire Fly.)
The root of the problem for me is that I don't find zombies fun. I don't like zombie movies. (Except Shaun of the Dead.) I don't play zombie video games. (Except Plants vs. Zombies (but not the sequel, that one isn't as much fun.)) I don't read zombie books. Or comic books. I wonder how many people who are so infatuated with Zombies feel the way they do because of their friends, or the inertia of our culture. That would be ironic, if they are fans because they want to stay hip, they embrace it as cool because they've been told it is.
Give me an alien invasion, an ancient nuclear winter, or even a computer taking over everything. Those are stories that bring out humanity, hope, a sense of purpose. Zombies are just about falling to our own hunger - one by one. You can't have a positive message in something about the zed. Every fight is against someone who was human. We are the enemy. Depressing.
So I watched Arrested Development afterward to cleanse my palette. Oh those silly Bluth boys.