Day 77: The Walking Dead, season 1 (2010), or: How I Learned to Reanimate the Dead and Start Eating Brains


A few nights ago I was plagued by horrible nightmares (is it redundant to use “night” and “nightmares” in the same sentence? Oh well, I ‘m doing it anyway). In fact, the scary residual feelings still seem to cling to the insides of my eyeballs like shadows. I almost wonder if I could get Wendy to sever the troublesome shadowy apparitions from me—hey, she was able to sew a shadow onto Peter, so what’s so crazy about her removing one from me? Anyway, in this wretched dream, I was barricaded in a room with my three cats (I know, that is scary enough, right?). We had been there awhile. Although I didn’t see them upon entering the dreamworld, I knew I was surrounded by zombies. I fricking hate zombies. And these animated corpses were smart. Somehow, my three-legged cat, Chuck, escaped the room; so the zombies were holding her hostage until I surrendered. Trust me, it was pretty scary. Fricking zombies.

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Day 38: The Book of Eli (2010)


Last night, my husband and I sat down to watch Fallout 3—oh, sorry, I meant to say The Book of Eli. I have a hard time telling these two apart. Both take place in a post-apocalyptic future where the landscape is barren, desiccated, and in varying shades of muted browns or grays. Torn overpasses hang over the desertscape like a child’s first loose tooth that is dangling by a lone root. Both (hopefully) fictitious futures are populated by cannibals and raiders—each equally eager to commit violent acts against any traveler that happens their way. And both have heroes that are supposedly trying to help mankind, but don’t mind slaying anyone they come across.

 

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