Warning: This post will contain spoilers...
I'm beginning by rewatching last week's episode. I usually watch the previous episode every week, but the last two weeks, I've skipped the recap episode, because I'm still not quite ready to relive the deaths of Beth and Tyreese.
7:10-Gabriel is such a tool. Maggie doesn't know him and is in no way ready to confess to him. I really loved this conversation between Michonne and Sasha, but Sasha really needs to tone down the hot head behavior.
I love Carol and Daryl together, but seriously, it has only been three "show" weeks since Carol was hit by a car. How is she moving about so well? FYI, Daryl has to have one of the saddest cry faces in the world.
The trip-a-walker attack. Less muss, less fuss, I always say, but of course, Sasha has to screw things up. BTW, they are not doing a really great job hiding Sonequa Martin-Green's pregnancy. Her stomach is not that big, but you can still tell she's pregnant.
This Sprint narwhals commercial is terribly annoying.
7:20-Living in the zombie apocalypse is not something I would be good at. I'm a lot like Tyreese except I would have been bitten during the first season. I'm not about that walking around funky life. Seriously, you don't have access to pharmacies, and most of these girls are wearing boots. I can't imagine the swamp foot in those shoes.
I read an article last week about the fact that most of these girls seem to have no body hair while the guys are all growing beards, except Eugene. I have to admit that I wondered the same thing. They really should have knarly armpits right about now. Why hasn't anyone besides Abraham punched Eugene by now. I just noticed that Rosita found real pants.
Bravo, Sasha for taking out the dogs. Guess meats back on the menu, boys...that's what I like about Darryl, he doesn't really care where the food comes from just eats. Noah, there is no sympathy in the I just ate Fido world you guys live in...Maggie still looks like she wants to punch Gabriel in his face as he burns his collar.
7:35-Daryl crying...can't really take that...
Lincoln and Matthew McConaughey, just stop, and Mcconaughey, eat a sandwich...
7:40-Eugene has the saddest little beard. Whereas, Rick's beard looks like a brillo pad. I just realized the barn walker was covered with spider webs. "Some people can't give up, like us" great line Carol. No one really talks to Noah. Rick's "We tell ourselves, We are the Walking dead" speech ending with Daryl saying, "We ain't them." Perfect. Even with Daryl looking at him like, "Rick, you just told the worse bedtime story, EVER!"
I cannot be the only person who finds the Little Sweet Diet Dr. Pepper commercial a little creepy.
7:53-Working together to keep out the walkers...the tornado really shish-kabobed the walkers. This was a nice moment between Maggie and Sasha, right before Mr. L.L. Bean popped up. So, welcome Aaron. New episode is about to begin!!!
8:00-Judith says she doesn't trust him. Did he really roll up with that little pea-shooter? Talk, talk, talk, then..Fist to the face...
Aaron really, REALLY, talks too much...This guy sounds so sketchy. Seriously, they can't really trust him. Michonne, "We can handle ourselves." Lori, has messed Rick up. Aaron, just shut up. Rick, I will put a knife in the base of your skull. I just love Rick Grimes.
Rick still doesn't trust. Michonne is like Rick, you have to take a chance man. Rick is like, I'm going to trust you only as far as I can throw you. Woodbury and Terminus has Rick shook. On the real though, Rick and Michonne just need to go ahead and hook up. The prison looked good, too.
Uhm...that is uber-nasty. bloody Cadillac. Aaron. we have to leave now. This is so messed up. This is why Rick doesn't trust people. Aaron.
Aaron, did you really think you would get away with your hands tied? I noticed Rick's gun finally ran out of bullets. Aaron's boyfriend...not that cute, really.
Rick is all out of chill right now.
The Washington Monument is still there. Dale moment...when the RV breaks down...Rick wants to relax so bad.
This week ended with a glimmer of hope...See ya, next week!!!
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Day Four: My favorite dark writers...
I almost forgot to write my post tonight. I'm was actually getting ready for bed, when I realized...oops. My Saturday has been thrown off schedule by work. Anyway, I was at a loss for what to write about tonight, so I just decided to list some of my favorite dark writers. Not in any particular order, but you have to know that Stephen King is #1.
Edgar Allan Poe-the father of the short story, the father of the detective story, and all things creepy. How many unreliable narrators can one author have? I fully intend to read all of his short stories and his one novel by the end of the year. Favorite stories-"The Masque of the Red Death," "The Tell-tale Heart," "The Fall of the House of Usher," "The Black Cat," and "Hop-Frog."
Flannery O'Connor-I was first introduced to O'Connor in college. I love her warped sense of humor. She is Southern Gothic literature at it's best. Her stories always deliver a twist that you are not quite expecting-a jolt that shows all the warts of polite society. She is also on my list of collections to read this year. Favorite stories-"A Good Man is Hard to Find," "Good Country People," and "Revelation."
Roald Dahl-Mr. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory himself. Under that children's writing, there are some really dark themes. Besides Charlie is probably my favorite, but his short story "Lamb to the Slaughter" made me interested in his shorter pieces. He is on the list of collections I want to read this year.
Toni Morrison-Morrison is not a horror writer at all. Morrison just writes works that are so hard for me to read, but she leaves you wanting to make the world better than you found it. Her themes are not horror based, but the realities that she addresses are just as scary. Favorite pieces-The Bluest Eye and Beloved.
Anne Rice-Fell in love with her vampires in college. Now, her vampires, I can stomach, Twilight, not so much. Louis, Armand, and of course, Lestat, I read the Vampire chronicles until the covers fell off. I also am a fan of her Mayfair witches. Reading her novels were almost like taking a class on mythology. There is so much to learn, and like an eager student, I was right there with my pen and pad. She creates a universe of characters that you fully believe could exist on the fringes of our society. The Witching Hour and Interview with the Vampire are still my faves, but I also liked Feast of All Saints and Cry to Heaven.
Stephen King-I have been reading Stephen King since the 6th grade. My first Stephen King novel was Pet Semetery. I read at least one Stephen King novel each year. It is hard to narrow it down to just one or two, favorite novel: It, favorite novella: Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, favorite stories: "You Know They Got a Hell of a Band," "Dolan's Cadillac," and "Suffer the Little Children."
Until next time, just remember, “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”-Stephen King.
Edgar Allan Poe-the father of the short story, the father of the detective story, and all things creepy. How many unreliable narrators can one author have? I fully intend to read all of his short stories and his one novel by the end of the year. Favorite stories-"The Masque of the Red Death," "The Tell-tale Heart," "The Fall of the House of Usher," "The Black Cat," and "Hop-Frog."
Flannery O'Connor-I was first introduced to O'Connor in college. I love her warped sense of humor. She is Southern Gothic literature at it's best. Her stories always deliver a twist that you are not quite expecting-a jolt that shows all the warts of polite society. She is also on my list of collections to read this year. Favorite stories-"A Good Man is Hard to Find," "Good Country People," and "Revelation."
Roald Dahl-Mr. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory himself. Under that children's writing, there are some really dark themes. Besides Charlie is probably my favorite, but his short story "Lamb to the Slaughter" made me interested in his shorter pieces. He is on the list of collections I want to read this year.
Toni Morrison-Morrison is not a horror writer at all. Morrison just writes works that are so hard for me to read, but she leaves you wanting to make the world better than you found it. Her themes are not horror based, but the realities that she addresses are just as scary. Favorite pieces-The Bluest Eye and Beloved.
Anne Rice-Fell in love with her vampires in college. Now, her vampires, I can stomach, Twilight, not so much. Louis, Armand, and of course, Lestat, I read the Vampire chronicles until the covers fell off. I also am a fan of her Mayfair witches. Reading her novels were almost like taking a class on mythology. There is so much to learn, and like an eager student, I was right there with my pen and pad. She creates a universe of characters that you fully believe could exist on the fringes of our society. The Witching Hour and Interview with the Vampire are still my faves, but I also liked Feast of All Saints and Cry to Heaven.
Stephen King-I have been reading Stephen King since the 6th grade. My first Stephen King novel was Pet Semetery. I read at least one Stephen King novel each year. It is hard to narrow it down to just one or two, favorite novel: It, favorite novella: Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, favorite stories: "You Know They Got a Hell of a Band," "Dolan's Cadillac," and "Suffer the Little Children."
Until next time, just remember, “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”-Stephen King.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Day Three: Uhmmmmm...yeah...
One thing I have found about this exercise is finding what to write about each night. Most days I'm not even thinking about writing, because I'm thinking about teaching. I don't always want to share every thing, because...well, that brings me to TMI, you know, too much information.
I have Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram, but I don't really share a whole heck of a lot with people. I throw out an occasional opinion, a witty quote, a sarcastic barb, but that is about it. I think I have taken a total of 5 selfies in my entire Instagram life. Mostly, because I don't like taking pictures of myself. I hate taking pictures in general. In the last two years, I've been to Washington, DC, Los Angeles, and New Orleans, and there are barely photographs to prove that I was actually there.
I have former students who follow me on most of these social networks, so I'm always a little leery about what I type. I fully believe in the "think before you hit send." I have seen the trouble that sending the wrong thing has cause other people. Facebook is for birthdays and announcements for me. There is just far too much political and racial animosity for me to spend any great deal of time on Facebook.
I love to talk about all kinds of subjects on Twitter, but during the school year, I always feel late to the party because, unlike many of Twitter faves, I'm not allowed to tweet at work. As a matter of fact, all social media is blocked, so there is that. I can't even use Goodreads at work. I get my news through Twitter, because I am so tired of news people.
I never thought, however, that I would ever say this. I'm sick of celebrities. I mean, the "new" celebrity. You know of which I speak-the people famous for being famous and their petty grievances. Today, I opened my Google news, and there were no less than three articles popping up about a rapper, his wife, his ex, and his sisters-in-law. Facebook, same thing...and then, Instagram.
I don't follow any of these people, mostly because hearing them speak makes me wonder about the future of this nation and the people who want to be like them. They have people really twisted into believing that money is the only means of success. Really? Why do you need to air your dirty laundry? OH, that's right, the only way that you can stay relevant...Mess...you have made a career off nothing. Turned nothing into a line of clothes no normal person would wear, turned nothing into a cable channel that makes a fortune off your "family antics," turn nothing into millions and millions of dollars that you throw away on frivolous merchandise that has no intrinsic value. All while you have no values...almighty dollar...
The sad thing is that so many children look up to these people and feel that success means $4500 shoes on your feet, million dollar birthday parties for 2 year olds, and disrespecting not only yourself but everyone around you. It all plays out as they throw shade at each other through social media. After spending almost 20 years teaching, it is amazing to see the Hollywood popular clique is still in high school trading insults over the internet. Here is a tip about throwing shade.
And she never had to say a word...
Stay classy, social media world...
Until next time, "Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical."-Sophia Loren
I have Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram, but I don't really share a whole heck of a lot with people. I throw out an occasional opinion, a witty quote, a sarcastic barb, but that is about it. I think I have taken a total of 5 selfies in my entire Instagram life. Mostly, because I don't like taking pictures of myself. I hate taking pictures in general. In the last two years, I've been to Washington, DC, Los Angeles, and New Orleans, and there are barely photographs to prove that I was actually there.
I have former students who follow me on most of these social networks, so I'm always a little leery about what I type. I fully believe in the "think before you hit send." I have seen the trouble that sending the wrong thing has cause other people. Facebook is for birthdays and announcements for me. There is just far too much political and racial animosity for me to spend any great deal of time on Facebook.
I love to talk about all kinds of subjects on Twitter, but during the school year, I always feel late to the party because, unlike many of Twitter faves, I'm not allowed to tweet at work. As a matter of fact, all social media is blocked, so there is that. I can't even use Goodreads at work. I get my news through Twitter, because I am so tired of news people.
I never thought, however, that I would ever say this. I'm sick of celebrities. I mean, the "new" celebrity. You know of which I speak-the people famous for being famous and their petty grievances. Today, I opened my Google news, and there were no less than three articles popping up about a rapper, his wife, his ex, and his sisters-in-law. Facebook, same thing...and then, Instagram.
I don't follow any of these people, mostly because hearing them speak makes me wonder about the future of this nation and the people who want to be like them. They have people really twisted into believing that money is the only means of success. Really? Why do you need to air your dirty laundry? OH, that's right, the only way that you can stay relevant...Mess...you have made a career off nothing. Turned nothing into a line of clothes no normal person would wear, turned nothing into a cable channel that makes a fortune off your "family antics," turn nothing into millions and millions of dollars that you throw away on frivolous merchandise that has no intrinsic value. All while you have no values...almighty dollar...
The sad thing is that so many children look up to these people and feel that success means $4500 shoes on your feet, million dollar birthday parties for 2 year olds, and disrespecting not only yourself but everyone around you. It all plays out as they throw shade at each other through social media. After spending almost 20 years teaching, it is amazing to see the Hollywood popular clique is still in high school trading insults over the internet. Here is a tip about throwing shade.
And she never had to say a word...
Stay classy, social media world...
Until next time, "Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical."-Sophia Loren
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Day Two: Being a Walking Dead Head
(Warning: if you have not watched the last several episodes of The Walking Dead, this may or may not contain spoilers. No, I don't regret ruining it for you. It's been a week, get over it.)
Previously on The Walking Dead...
I look forward to hearing those five words every single week. I have watched every episode of The Walking Dead at least twice (except the Beth and Tyreese die episodes, cause too soon). When the show first premiered, I didn't think I would like it. I mean, I have never been a fan of zombie movies, and although I'm a rabid Stephen King fan, I'm not a fan of horror movies, mostly because I've always found them so very, very cheesy. Besides, I love Investigation Discovery. Real life is far more scary than Freddy Krueger or Jason.
Right away, I bought into it. Loved Rick Grimes from the beginning. Waking from a coma to the nightmare that is the zombie apocalypse, Rick's sole goal was to get home to his wife and child. Then, you meet Morgan and his son, Duane who are struggling with the day to day life while his wife wanders the streets as a walker. Hooked I say...
The reunions, the introductions, the Merle...the first season had me on edge every week. What's next? Who's going to live? Who's going to die? Is that Merle's hand? The scrapes with the dead, the gore, Rick's emergence as the group's leader, each week had my heart-racing or wrenching, but always back for more.
My favorites in our central group: Rick (of course), Glenn, Daryl, Carol, and Michonne. Glenn-who went from errand boy to a leader, Daryl-who went from a broken man who didn't want to feel to a man sensitive to others, Carol-who went from an abused mom to an all-around BA, and Michonne-she carries a freaking sword for her primary weapon, what's not to like?
There were those characters that I hated (not villains, cause those are necessary): Lori and Andrea. I don't really miss either of the most annoying characters on television. There was that season on the farm that lasted too long, the time at the prison that lasted too long, the escape from the dentist chair that took too long...I'm still glad Milton bit her, just on principle...Not everything has been peachy.
There were some deaths that were so sad-Jim, Jacqui, Dale, Sophia, Merle, Hershel, Mika, Bob, Beth, Tyreese...Those that needed to happen-Shane, Lori, Andrea, the Governor, Lizzie (that kid was soooooooooo crazy), those we are waiting for (that's you Gabriel), and those we are dreading, because you know those devious writers have more misery for our future. I'm not looking for reality; I'm not looking for writing perfection; I'm just looking for my weekly fill of my favorite crazy group of zombie killers.
On that note, dear writers, can our crew catch a break? They have been running for so long, can they have a happy for more than 30 days? I know the walkers are always a threat, I know the crazy people are everywhere, but can we get a moment to breathe? Some hope? A Bath? What about Judith? That is the quietest, starving baby ever...Will Carol and Daryl hook up, or Rick and Michonne? I need some happy even if for just a moment. Even if you don't, I'll be there every week. Just no more back to back group kills, okay...
Oh, those devious Walking Dead writers...I'll see you Sunday night...
Until next week, "We are the Walking Dead." -Rick Grimes
Previously on The Walking Dead...
I look forward to hearing those five words every single week. I have watched every episode of The Walking Dead at least twice (except the Beth and Tyreese die episodes, cause too soon). When the show first premiered, I didn't think I would like it. I mean, I have never been a fan of zombie movies, and although I'm a rabid Stephen King fan, I'm not a fan of horror movies, mostly because I've always found them so very, very cheesy. Besides, I love Investigation Discovery. Real life is far more scary than Freddy Krueger or Jason.
Right away, I bought into it. Loved Rick Grimes from the beginning. Waking from a coma to the nightmare that is the zombie apocalypse, Rick's sole goal was to get home to his wife and child. Then, you meet Morgan and his son, Duane who are struggling with the day to day life while his wife wanders the streets as a walker. Hooked I say...
The reunions, the introductions, the Merle...the first season had me on edge every week. What's next? Who's going to live? Who's going to die? Is that Merle's hand? The scrapes with the dead, the gore, Rick's emergence as the group's leader, each week had my heart-racing or wrenching, but always back for more.
My favorites in our central group: Rick (of course), Glenn, Daryl, Carol, and Michonne. Glenn-who went from errand boy to a leader, Daryl-who went from a broken man who didn't want to feel to a man sensitive to others, Carol-who went from an abused mom to an all-around BA, and Michonne-she carries a freaking sword for her primary weapon, what's not to like?
There were those characters that I hated (not villains, cause those are necessary): Lori and Andrea. I don't really miss either of the most annoying characters on television. There was that season on the farm that lasted too long, the time at the prison that lasted too long, the escape from the dentist chair that took too long...I'm still glad Milton bit her, just on principle...Not everything has been peachy.
There were some deaths that were so sad-Jim, Jacqui, Dale, Sophia, Merle, Hershel, Mika, Bob, Beth, Tyreese...Those that needed to happen-Shane, Lori, Andrea, the Governor, Lizzie (that kid was soooooooooo crazy), those we are waiting for (that's you Gabriel), and those we are dreading, because you know those devious writers have more misery for our future. I'm not looking for reality; I'm not looking for writing perfection; I'm just looking for my weekly fill of my favorite crazy group of zombie killers.
On that note, dear writers, can our crew catch a break? They have been running for so long, can they have a happy for more than 30 days? I know the walkers are always a threat, I know the crazy people are everywhere, but can we get a moment to breathe? Some hope? A Bath? What about Judith? That is the quietest, starving baby ever...Will Carol and Daryl hook up, or Rick and Michonne? I need some happy even if for just a moment. Even if you don't, I'll be there every week. Just no more back to back group kills, okay...
Oh, those devious Walking Dead writers...I'll see you Sunday night...
Until next week, "We are the Walking Dead." -Rick Grimes
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Day 1: My Fast not Fast Lent
First of all, I can't believe that I have not written a post since September. I totally spaced out during Football season. One post. I think honestly I was still a little traumatized by the fact that Tony Gonzalez actually retired and was not on my tv commenting on football rather than catching one. Congratulations to Tony for a great season on the NFL Today on CBS--fine replacement for Shannon Sharpe. One tip though--limit those right theres and right heres...they do get annoying.
Congratulations to Kansas City Chiefs legend Will Shields on becoming a member of the 2015 NFL Hall of Fame Class. This is sheer awesomeness that has nothing to do with the fact that I have actually met Will Shields, and he is a totally cool guy. He worked out with our football players this year, who by the by won State.
Back to Diana Dishes, my poor, neglected blog. Now, for those of you who don't know, or who have never read a post, I'm a huge Kansas City Chiefs fan, Tony G is my favorite player of all time, Joe Montana is my favorite quarterback, the Atlanta Braves are my favorite baseball team, and I have an unhealthy interest in all things concerning Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Geno Segers. I'm also a teacher, which brings me to this exercise.
I celebrate Lent every year, even though I am not Catholic. I teach in a parochial school. As a role model, I participate in fasting every Lent season to encourage our students to do the same, but I usually give up something like potato chips, one year it was The Lord of the Rings trilogy, one year it was The Green Mile, soda (that one did not last, because I subsist on caffeine, and coffee and tea don't cut it.), or chocolate.
This year, I decided to do something different than give up social media or the requisite food things. I decided that I will improve myself. So, I am "giving up" part of my time every day for writing and exercising. Neither of these are an easy thing for me to do daily. I am always, ALWAYS working. I teach four mostly different subjects daily. I am currently reading count 'em-four works, The Tempest, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Lottery and Other Stories (which I finished today), and Just After Sunset. Not to mention, grading papers, making tests, quizzes, study guides, wrangling seniors (I'm also a senior advisor).
Exercise is something I really need to do. I'm getting older, and what little metabolism I had is slowly fizzling out. I need to do this for my health. I don't want to be a model or a model size; I just want to be a healthy version of me. Writing is something I've always wanted to do, but I've only managed to do when I was forced to by a-you guessed it-teacher. So, I am going to post an article every day on my blog for the next 40 days. Some may be good, many will be bad, some may be long, but my goal is the magic number of 300 words each day for the next 40 days. So, follow me on my Lenten writing journey. You may find a laugh, a cry, or maybe a little of both.
Until tomorrow, "Lent is a time to renew wherever we are in that process that I call the divine therapy. It's a time to look what our instinctual needs are, look at what the dynamics of our unconscious are."~Thomas Keating
Congratulations to Kansas City Chiefs legend Will Shields on becoming a member of the 2015 NFL Hall of Fame Class. This is sheer awesomeness that has nothing to do with the fact that I have actually met Will Shields, and he is a totally cool guy. He worked out with our football players this year, who by the by won State.
Back to Diana Dishes, my poor, neglected blog. Now, for those of you who don't know, or who have never read a post, I'm a huge Kansas City Chiefs fan, Tony G is my favorite player of all time, Joe Montana is my favorite quarterback, the Atlanta Braves are my favorite baseball team, and I have an unhealthy interest in all things concerning Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Geno Segers. I'm also a teacher, which brings me to this exercise.
I celebrate Lent every year, even though I am not Catholic. I teach in a parochial school. As a role model, I participate in fasting every Lent season to encourage our students to do the same, but I usually give up something like potato chips, one year it was The Lord of the Rings trilogy, one year it was The Green Mile, soda (that one did not last, because I subsist on caffeine, and coffee and tea don't cut it.), or chocolate.
This year, I decided to do something different than give up social media or the requisite food things. I decided that I will improve myself. So, I am "giving up" part of my time every day for writing and exercising. Neither of these are an easy thing for me to do daily. I am always, ALWAYS working. I teach four mostly different subjects daily. I am currently reading count 'em-four works, The Tempest, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Lottery and Other Stories (which I finished today), and Just After Sunset. Not to mention, grading papers, making tests, quizzes, study guides, wrangling seniors (I'm also a senior advisor).
Exercise is something I really need to do. I'm getting older, and what little metabolism I had is slowly fizzling out. I need to do this for my health. I don't want to be a model or a model size; I just want to be a healthy version of me. Writing is something I've always wanted to do, but I've only managed to do when I was forced to by a-you guessed it-teacher. So, I am going to post an article every day on my blog for the next 40 days. Some may be good, many will be bad, some may be long, but my goal is the magic number of 300 words each day for the next 40 days. So, follow me on my Lenten writing journey. You may find a laugh, a cry, or maybe a little of both.
Until tomorrow, "Lent is a time to renew wherever we are in that process that I call the divine therapy. It's a time to look what our instinctual needs are, look at what the dynamics of our unconscious are."~Thomas Keating
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