<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049</id><updated>2012-02-17T16:57:36.613-06:00</updated><category term='searches'/><category term='incomplete list'/><category term='animals'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='holiday embarrassments'/><category term='autobiographical'/><category term='books'/><category term='prose'/><category term='poll'/><category term='paul'/><category term='photos'/><category term='soundtrack'/><category term='sports and leisure'/><category term='the other archives'/><category term='travel'/><category term='current events'/><category term='girls'/><category term='floyd'/><category term='biographical'/><category term='proust questionnaire'/><category term='video'/><category term='texts'/><category term='tv'/><category term='driving'/><category term='south america'/><category term='alipete'/><category term='life in song'/><category term='cubicle'/><category term='names'/><category term='radio'/><category term='video games'/><category term='shady beach'/><category term='music'/><category term='gav'/><category term='links'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='the archives'/><category term='products'/><category term='criticism'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='the very best of Tornado Slide'/><category term='nightlife'/><category term='T-Birds'/><category term='indie rock press photos'/><category term='food'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='film'/><category term='matt'/><category term='jack serpentine'/><title type='text'>Tornado Slide</title><subtitle type='html'>"I’ve got this thing and it’s [expletive] golden."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>965</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1373691523397807234</id><published>2012-02-16T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:32:25.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='products'/><title type='text'>Television Roundup - Winter 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9415850085714329" style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Television shows I’m currently making time to view, in order from most consistently enjoyable to less so, bearing in mind that God don’t make no junk but TV networks do, but I don’t watch no junk unless it happens to be what Kim wants to watch while I occupy myself online:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Archer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This shouldn’t be a surprise, since it’s written by the same guy who created &lt;i&gt;Sealab 2021&lt;/i&gt;, and I own all those DVDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Parks &amp;amp; Recreation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Aside from its general hilariousness, it’s got even more going for it. You can count on some physical comedy from Chris Pratt, and the show almost always puts you in a happy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Happy Endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Very snappy dialogue, an no shortage of puns, unique abbreviations, and fun phrases. I think of Damon Wayans saying, “Daddy likes a deep tuck” every time I don an undershirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Delocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The most recent episode centered on potato skins. A full half-hour of television. Absurd without being aggressively absurd, a la Tim &amp;amp; Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zf8rt7zQ9ZE" width="853"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Still strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Chopped (via DVR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You can fly through a recorded episode in 35 minutes, skipping over the inter-chef and judge chit-chat that makes it unwatchable live. If the producers would stop forcing the contestants to constantly mention their personal “hook” -- my mother died, I’m trying to win for her, etc etc -- I’d have no complaints. Well, except maybe the dessert round, give those guys 10 additional minutes so they can BAKE, yo! French toast ain’t no goddamned dessert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We should probably DVR this as well, but it’s a Wednesday night tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;An Idiot Abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Makes you feel good about your limited vacations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;At its worst, still funnier than 90% of television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;At its worst, still funnier than 89% of television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Inessential, but a breezy way to spend 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Walking Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I suppose it’s a good sign that there’s only one show I watch to mock, and I suppose it’s higher quality trash than reality shows on Bravo or TLC. So, good for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Conan (via DVR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Daily Show (first 10 or 20 minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;CBS This Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The usual schedule is record Conan, watch the Daily Show’s first segment or two before bed, then wake up and see what Charlie Rose is talking about. Charlie Motherfucking Rose is in the house! CBS is in serious danger of airing a news program in the morning, with no chuckling between annoying weathermen and softball-question-lobbing anchors. If I don’t care to hear the latest news, I watch Conan’s previous night’s monologue while eating cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Television greivances, in no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Arby’s spokesman that sings “It’s Good Mood Fooooooood!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Soaring higher on my list of Most Punchable Humans. Also, no it isn’t. There’s a reason why The Simpsons coined the phrase, “I’m so hungry I could eat at Arby’s.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Bud Light Platinum advertising campaign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Would someone inform the idiots at Anheiser-Busch that the people who drink Bud Light DON’T GIVE A SHIT HOW THEIR BEER TASTES?! You won the light domestic beer battle. That’s not a compliment, but it seems to be a fact. Anyway, you can stop innovating. Just keep pumping out the same old swill and your loyal customers will drink it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The low-rent cable ads, especially during Comedy Central programming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dipped strawberries? Just the type product that is best ordered via telephone. Sexytime phone chat lines? In this digital age, I don’t understand how could those still be in business, let alone profitable. Catheters? Yikes. I’ll stick with the strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The guys Zooey shares an apartment with on “New Girl”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I find them all unlikeable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1373691523397807234?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1373691523397807234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1373691523397807234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1373691523397807234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1373691523397807234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/02/television-roundup-winter-2012.html' title='Television Roundup - Winter 2012'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zf8rt7zQ9ZE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-6057961505041091148</id><published>2012-02-11T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T08:26:59.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Resumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seven episodes of season 2 have aired, and the final 6 begin this Sunday. Everybody spent all of season 2 looking for the missing little girl Sophia, and it turns out she was a zombie locked in barn on the farm they were staying at the whole time. That old trope. The Asian Dale and the farmer’s daughter are in love. Shane and Andrea are in LUST. Grime’s wife is pregnant. The farmer wants the group to leave. Grimes doesn’t want to leave. WHAT? WILL? HAPPEN? NEXT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over/under on number of zombies we see this season? 10? How many Carl Faces? 10? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.videogum.com/files/2010/11/carl_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://cdn.videogum.com/files/2010/11/carl_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://videogum.com/246311/the-walking-dead-s01e03-weve-got-to-go-back-to-the-atlanta/tv/recaps/"&gt;Videogum&lt;/a&gt;, home of the world's greatest Walking Dead commentary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm. I’ll guess they will kill one or two per episode until the finale, when 4 will be killed. I guess I’m taking the over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping will happen in these next 6? We have really only seen zombie problems for them. I’d like to see other apocalypse issues arise, like lack of food, supplies, and bad weather. I hope that winter will come and it will get all Valley Forge on them, even though they’re in a relatively warm Georgia climate. Wikipedia tells me that Atlanta experiences the low 30’s during winter months, so that would be bad enough to get the group out of stupid tents and into some real shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll split it into two categories: A. What I would like to see happen, and B. What I think will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I'd like for Sad, Useless Mom, Andrea, T-Dogg, Asian guy, Rick's wife and Carl to be immediately killed off by a rogue pack of zombies. This should take about five minutes or so. Then Hershel freaks out and tries to kill the survivors. Shane gets crazy-eyed and kills Hershel with a saw or something, then cries or something over dead Andrea and Rick's wife, then tries to rape Farm Girl, who blows his brains out or something. (Also, anybody not named died in the initial zombie attack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're left with Rick, Old Guy, Farm Girl and I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the second episode, the farmhouse is swarmed by zombies and kill Rick, Old Guy and Farm Girl. Fade to black, roll credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. The episode will start with some kind of stupid flashback that won't be referenced again. The first 40 minutes or so of the first episode will be people anguishing over Sophia and other dead zombies. Carl will ask where Sophia went, and Rick and wife will tell him she went to live on a different farm or something. The last ten minutes, Hershel will get angry and try to make everybody else leave the farm. Rick will say they have to find something somewhere else, probably another military base or something like that. Supplies are still abundant. There will no live zombies in this episode, except for maybe in the flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here’s what I think will happen in the 6 episodes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hershel will argue with Grimes and company for 40 minutes, then decide to let them stay. He will order the fattest calf to be slaughtered, open his cellar’s finest wines and canned vegetables, and host a huge feast. Everyone has a nice time at the special dinner. After Hershel finishes the post-meal prayer, red lights on the ceiling start to flash, and a robotic female voice comes over the house PA: “Self destruct sequence initiated. 3 minutes remaining.” For the next 15 minutes (because of how goddamn slow this show is) everyone will freak out. Shane will try to rape somebody so he can “go out in style”. Everyone except Hershel and his family, who he has chained to a radiator, will escape the house JUST RIGHT AS it blows up, and they’ll do that cool jump while it explodes at their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zombies have been attracted by the explosion setting off another one of the farm’s secrets: another secret barn filled with homemade fireworks. Old guy in the fisherman’s hat makes a joke to the Asian guy about fireworks. Two zombies are killed as the group makes a getaway. For the final 50 minutes, Asian guy ruminates on his lost love. Shane tries to rape him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first 10 minutes are a flashback of Shane’s high school conquests. CUT TO: Shane was just daydreaming. The next 50 minutes are Shane wandering the fields of rural Georgia scavenging for a deer to eat and/or rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We finally see T-Dogg in this episode. He’s getting a glass of water before going to sleep. Then he goes to sleep. The group continues to move in a certain direction, having lame conversations along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The group arrives at somewhere and things don’t go smoothly! At the very end, there’s hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The hope evaporates. Grime’s wife has a very graphic miscarriage, but they are able to use the dead fetus to distract the zombies and escape from whatever bad situation they were in. They posthumously name the heroic baby “Shane”, for no good reason. Grimes talks about moving on to another location where there just MIGHT be safety for everyone. Shane says no. They argue for 45 minutes and the group decides to split in two. Each pile into two different vehicles, but when they turn the keys neither will start. Shane looks right at the camera and says “OH BROTHER!” and Grimes wryly smiles like “THAT’S MURPHY’S LAW FOR YA” and Carl throws up and cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-6057961505041091148?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6057961505041091148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=6057961505041091148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6057961505041091148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6057961505041091148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/02/walking-dumb-season-2-resumes.html' title='The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Resumes'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5331553558419146607</id><published>2012-02-06T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:22:20.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>2011 Recap - Music</title><content type='html'>A NOTE TO ALL MY DEDICATED AND INTERESTED READERS:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I normally have a year-in-review regarding lyrics -- best rhyme, best simile and metaphor, &lt;a href="http://www.tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/02/2010-recap-music-and-lyrics.html"&gt;other examples&lt;/a&gt; -- but all I only noted three measly songs in 2011. Yikes! So if you have some lyrics from 2011 you want to talk about, let me know! Then we can combine everyone's thoughts and talk about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here are the 2011 albums I purchased, in order from most enjoyed to most I realize it's acclaimed and technically sound but it still pretty much puts me to sleep except for that super weird jazz freak out at the end of "The Shrine / An Argument" but I still like 'em okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quite Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkervil River - I am Very Far&lt;br /&gt;Black Keys - El Camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pretty Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Bjorn &amp;amp; John - Gimme Some&lt;br /&gt;Dodos - No Color&lt;br /&gt;We Were Promised Jetpacks - In the Pit of the Stomach&lt;br /&gt;Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee Part Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Few Good Songs on There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telekinesis - Twelve Desperate Straight Lines&lt;br /&gt;Mates of State - Mountaintops&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Friedberger - Last Summer&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I bought in 2011 that wasn't released in 2011, in no particular order because it was all quite good:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frightened Rabbit - Winter of Mixed Drinks&lt;br /&gt;Two Door Cinema Club - Tourist History&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Calder - Are You My Mother?&lt;br /&gt;M Ward - End of Amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5331553558419146607?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5331553558419146607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5331553558419146607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5331553558419146607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5331553558419146607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/02/2011-recap-music.html' title='2011 Recap - Music'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8631982038420418244</id><published>2012-01-24T19:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:40:55.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>2012 Recap - Printed Words</title><content type='html'>I didn’t read a ton of books this year. I had cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was diagnosed in late July, and I didn’t crack a book until June. So for the first half of the year, I was simply lazy slash busy getting married slash I wasn’t really all that busy but that’s what grooms say even when brides do all the planning although there were various outings and meetings I did go to but not so many that it’s really an excuse not to read. I guess I was resting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally kicked off my 2011 reading adventure at the airport, waiting for our first flight of our honeymoon. Nothing says, “Let’s start off this union with an adventure,” like the details of America’s first serial killer and his spree surrounding the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago. You probably know this is a fine book, because normal people read it closer to its publication date in 2004, while some of us waited until they could borrow a coffee-stained copy from their friends’ bookshelf. If you’re unfamiliar, you should certainly read it. It’s a great example of what a nightmare life used to be, even moreso than the current nightmare in which we now reside. I mean, this guy faked his doctor credentials, failed to pay for most of his purchases - including work people did to build his huge house/business/murder castle, dispatched handfuls up fresh-faced young women, and it was pretty easy! You could do that sort of thing back then, just ride the rails from city to city and make shit up and be awful and it didn’t matter, because there was always another city that didn’t know you and policework was a joke. Yikes! The other half of the book, how the World’s Fair was organized and built, is understandingly less captivating than the guy who collected and murdered his prey, but it’s still pretty cool. And sad, considering the great buildings they describe didn’t survive (save for the Museum of Science and Industry), and I’m pretty sure much of the old fairgrounds are part of the scenery you experience on the world’s saddest bus ride from Hyde Park to Midway Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the piles and piles of books I was given to occupy my cancer time, I only read one. New diagnosis, same laziness, I guess. I chose to read this one because two of my friends considered it among their favorite books EVER. Now, you may recall this idea I had &lt;a href="http://www.tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-printed-words.html"&gt;a few years back&lt;/a&gt;, where I decide to poll my friends and read their favorite books - an idea that was permanently derailed after spending a few weeks with Adrienne’s pick, “The Brothers Karamazov”. It’s a prank that gets funnier and funnier with each passing year. Touche, Adrienne! You’ve made wormsmeat of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in any case, here I was, nearing the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and reading a 9/11 novel. The film version of the book would be released soon, starring Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock.* A perfect storm of circumstances, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I feel silly telling you about this book you read eight years ago, but this boy’s dad dies in 9/11, and then he finds a key in his dad’s closet that has a note attached to it - it says “Black”. The boy decides Black is the last name of the person who the key belongs to, and starts meet everyone in the phone book with that surname. And it turns out that it really was the last name of the person the key belonged to. I’m not sure if I groaned louder when the kid started his ill-conceived journey, or when his plan turned out to be precisely conceived. I may have actually started a groan that didn’t end until I completed the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uh, and if you’re casting this movie, how do you pick out Hanks and Bullock as the parents? Nothing screams New York Jews like those two. Seesh. Who would you cast instead? Is Harvey Keitel too old? How about Ben Stiller? How about Adrien Brody? Julianna Margulies? Jennifer Connelly? I could maybe think of better actors but I don't want to do any work beyond googling "imdb jewish actors".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8631982038420418244?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8631982038420418244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8631982038420418244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8631982038420418244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8631982038420418244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-recap-printed-words.html' title='2012 Recap - Printed Words'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-7529033181573950525</id><published>2012-01-16T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:39:57.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Film Fetish</title><content type='html'>After enjoying "Another Earth", I took to the internet to find some interviews with the director/writer. Film School Rejects had one such interview. You know that thing where you scroll to the bottom of the screen and Adobe Air or whatever slides in with a recommendation for what article you should read next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP4vGRPj-hE/TxRQ5A_Im7I/AAAAAAAABek/pAK_51InuxM/s1600/fsr%2Brec.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP4vGRPj-hE/TxRQ5A_Im7I/AAAAAAAABek/pAK_51InuxM/s400/fsr%2Brec.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'm no Roger Ebert, but I'm pretty sure I didn't misinterpret "Another Earth" &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-7529033181573950525?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7529033181573950525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=7529033181573950525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7529033181573950525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7529033181573950525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/01/film-fetish.html' title='Film Fetish'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP4vGRPj-hE/TxRQ5A_Im7I/AAAAAAAABek/pAK_51InuxM/s72-c/fsr%2Brec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8676675641079855049</id><published>2012-01-11T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:39:22.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>2011 Recap - Motion Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.1916446980042017" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I didn’t see a ton of new movies this year. I had cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Seriously, though, the cancer-related pain in my tailbone area made it hard to sit in theaters for a chunk of the year. Several movies I wanted to see are still not available for rent, so please settle for this incomplete list. As in years past, I have divided the films into appropriate genres, because there is no point in comparing “Thor” or “Win Win” to “The Muppets”. Just because they are all shown in theaters doesn’t mean they were made with the same goal in mind. So, within each genre, from most enjoyable to least enjoyable - an asterisk (*) denotes theater viewing, and the increased expectations that accompany those outings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As mentioned on a recent “Doug Loves Movies” podcast, this movie has far too many Apple product placements. It’s funny how Hollywood used to try to make certain characters’ cell phones futuristic - think about the slide-out Nokia 8110 phones in “The Matrix”, for example - and now they’ve given up. “You’d think our operatives would have a sophisticated satellite phone, but they have the same phone as your mom. We got them an unlimited data plan, though, and they aren’t weighed down by that at&amp;amp;t contract.” There is one scene where Jeremy Renner goes into his backstory, and for a second I was worried they were going to ruin this fun movie with emotional hubris. But they got back to jumping off things and fighting villains pretty quick. A nonstop thrill ride, I’d say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fast Five&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The most fun I had in a theater this year was at “Fast Five”. My wife (“Borat”, 2006) and I were laughing a lot more than the general viewing public, and I was a bit self conscious wondering if everyone else found it such a winning combination of absurdity and homo-eroticism. Another bonus of paying for this fantastic piece of trash was enjoying the podcasts dedicated to its ridiculousness. “How Did This Get Made” and “The B.S. Report” both covered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Much more enjoyable than I thought it would be, even a little better than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Captain America&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;which was also pretty good for a popcorn movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attack the Block&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;When aliens invade planets or buildings, and the SyFy network is not involved, it usually makes for good viewing. I expected more comedy, given the involvement Edgar Wright and Nick Frost, but was still pleased with this mostly straightforward thriller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.1916446980042017" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This was an action/comedy/drama, according to IMDB, but according to me it wasn’t funny enough or dramatic enough to fit anywhere but here. Not bad, but I wouldn’t recommend it unless you have a fetish for Ellen Page dressed as a superhero. And it’s fun to see Kevin Bacon as a villain who is not invisible &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0164052/"&gt;for a change&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/SUPER2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/SUPER2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another Earth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For the first 30 minutes, I was sure I’d love it. For the next 30, I was afraid I’d hate it. By the end, I was relieved. It very successfully mixes mumbling indie drama with science fiction. The ending is possibly ambiguous, but also immensely satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Win Win&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;My oncology nurse and I both thought this was a sweet movie. This Paul Giamatti guy can really act. I expect big things from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Terri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;John C. Reilly as an assistant principal? Of course I’m going to watch it - that guy is the best! If you are interested in seeing him briefly yell at a few kids, or if you want to watch him mentor a troubled youth as he comes of age, see this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cedar Rapids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;John C. Reilly as an obnoxious insurance salesman? That guy is THE BEST! I’m not a huge Ed Helms guy, but he fit well with the cast. Low expectations, good execution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bridesmaids&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I need to see this again, but for the best-reviewed comedy of the year, weren’t there several scenes that fell very flat? Anything with Wendi McLendon-Covey (blonde from “Reno 911”) and Ellie Kemper (Erin from “The Office”), was underdeveloped and could have been cut, for example. Any scene involving diarrhea can be cut from every movie from now until the end of time, for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paul&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I don’t remember a single joke from this movie, but I associate a general sense of happiness to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Muppets&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The next time I see a Disney movie I’ll know not to take a seat in the theater until 30 minutes after the posted showtime. (I’ll hang out in the lobby and play Time Crisis, the arcade game that sits in every theater lobby and bowling alley game room.) If I want to see Buzz Lightyear making jokes I’ll invent a time machine or create a child. Or maybe rent a DVD. Just show me the muppets, please, and save your interminably long animated trailer about tiny beings that are discovered by regular-sized beings. But okay, the movie itself: this was the most meta movie since Wet Hot American Summer, right? Chris Cooper saying “Maniacal laugh” instead of laughing? Travel by map? Was this a movie for adults with stuff thrown in for the kids, or the other way around? I guess it tried to be both. I’d say it was 75% successful, but I’d have to ask a child if I’m correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conan O'Brien Can't Stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The documentary itself was good. I recommend watching all of the DVD extras and the director’s commentary (with Andy and Conan) to get your full quota of laughs. Lots of good stuff hidden in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30 Minutes or Less&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If you like seeing Danny McBride do his schtick, I recommend it. If you don’t love him or Aziz or Eisenberg, you will be disappointed. One side note: Nick Swardson is not terrible in this, regardless of how you feel about his sketch show or those “Bucky Larson” commercials (I say commercials because I know you didn’t watch the movie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Horrible Bosses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This was fine, I guess. Charlie Day shouting lyrics to “That’s Not My Name” was the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hall Pass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If I wasn’t on a plane, I wouldn’t have bothered. A little better than I feared. Go ahead leave it on while you dick around on your laptop when it's on TBS every Friday of November 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8676675641079855049?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8676675641079855049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8676675641079855049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8676675641079855049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8676675641079855049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-recap-motion-pictures.html' title='2011 Recap - Motion Pictures'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1135093168515566675</id><published>2012-01-08T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:23:35.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Love Bites</title><content type='html'>I see this poster every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4cfeddreSQ/TwpIecO8VeI/AAAAAAAABeI/xxfZyqaq-Fk/w308-h231-k/IMG_20111121_144937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="479" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4cfeddreSQ/TwpIecO8VeI/AAAAAAAABeI/xxfZyqaq-Fk/w308-h231-k/IMG_20111121_144937.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day, I think, "There's NO WAY that ADORABLE LITTLE PUPPY lying on the floor would EVER bite me! He's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO PRECIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1135093168515566675?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1135093168515566675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1135093168515566675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1135093168515566675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1135093168515566675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-bites.html' title='Love Bites'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3546479050572921161</id><published>2012-01-02T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:55:29.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock press photos'/><title type='text'>2011 Recap - Bad Indie Rock Press Photos</title><content type='html'>Another year gone by, and I'm still somewhat obsessed with the sometimes horrifying, sometimes puzzling, always too-precious photos that accompany indie rock band stories on music blogs. Below are the images I hated most in 2011, in no particular order, except for the last two, because that guy is really the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream Love (via I Guess I'm Floating)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ9Vsnwo3TE/TwJzCMpqtiI/AAAAAAAABcU/t4-KxhVrTEE/s1600/Dream-Love%2BIGIF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ9Vsnwo3TE/TwJzCMpqtiI/AAAAAAAABcU/t4-KxhVrTEE/s400/Dream-Love%2BIGIF.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can blame him for putting ink in your mug -- but you can only blame yourself for that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;inc (via Music For Ants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTX-6Rd_hA/TwJzCFe9AzI/AAAAAAAABcc/f6l7gatNvm8/s1600/inc%2BMFKids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTX-6Rd_hA/TwJzCFe9AzI/AAAAAAAABcc/f6l7gatNvm8/s400/inc%2BMFKids.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what kind of music do you think these people play? Is "Androgynous hip-hop" a genre? Maybe the one on the left raps about baseball, and the one on the right raps about basketball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noah and the Whale (via Music For Ants)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CoLEipYWLJ4/TwJzCUQku-I/AAAAAAAABco/je2oehJ5pfg/s1600/noah-and-the-whale%2BMFKids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CoLEipYWLJ4/TwJzCUQku-I/AAAAAAAABco/je2oehJ5pfg/s400/noah-and-the-whale%2BMFKids.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like some of their songs. I don't like the suggestion that these men have battered the only female member of the band so severely she required bandages and casts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radical Face (via Music For Ants)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fF3_CPmNOM/TwJzChK9YbI/AAAAAAAABc4/VFWHsxry2L0/s1600/radical-face%2BMFKids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fF3_CPmNOM/TwJzChK9YbI/AAAAAAAABc4/VFWHsxry2L0/s400/radical-face%2BMFKids.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, this guy has some good songs! But from this photo, you'd never know he wasn't a psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spokes (via Music For Ants)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqGu_StHvMU/TwJzC8oe1sI/AAAAAAAABdE/FS7nKYoq1lo/s1600/spokes%2BMFKids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqGu_StHvMU/TwJzC8oe1sI/AAAAAAAABdE/FS7nKYoq1lo/s400/spokes%2BMFKids.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to enjoy some soulful harmonies? Cool, we'll start our set right after grab our pitchforks and chase the monster out of our village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs (via Stereogum)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzct3UKJwrk/TwJzRgeTGRI/AAAAAAAABdQ/FRNaHO0QIu8/s1600/totally-enormous-extinct-dinosaurs-STEREOGUM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzct3UKJwrk/TwJzRgeTGRI/AAAAAAAABdQ/FRNaHO0QIu8/s400/totally-enormous-extinct-dinosaurs-STEREOGUM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;God. Damn. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Won't (via I Guess I'm Floating)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-newZb_uURwk/TwJzR7O0-cI/AAAAAAAABdY/fbdtITIWTv8/s1600/you%2Bwont%2BIGIF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-newZb_uURwk/TwJzR7O0-cI/AAAAAAAABdY/fbdtITIWTv8/s400/you%2Bwont%2BIGIF.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;GOD! DAMN! IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Young Man (via I Guess I'm Floating)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzC1QC8Flno/TwJzSO7u7pI/AAAAAAAABd4/eqJTnX0CX5g/s1600/Young-Man%2BIGIF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzC1QC8Flno/TwJzSO7u7pI/AAAAAAAABd4/eqJTnX0CX5g/s400/Young-Man%2BIGIF.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-oRxyepljc/TwJzR0mGkKI/AAAAAAAABdk/dbSMqfHExqU/s1600/young%2Bman%2BIGIF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-oRxyepljc/TwJzR0mGkKI/AAAAAAAABdk/dbSMqfHExqU/s400/young%2Bman%2BIGIF.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saved the first photo in February, and the second in September. I discovered it was the same dude while composing this list. So congratulations, Young Man, you're the band so nice I saved you twice. Maybe if you didn't rub Hawaiian Punch powder on your face you wouldn't have to shower with your eyes open so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3546479050572921161?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3546479050572921161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3546479050572921161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3546479050572921161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3546479050572921161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-recap-bad-indie-rock-press-photos.html' title='2011 Recap - Bad Indie Rock Press Photos'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ9Vsnwo3TE/TwJzCMpqtiI/AAAAAAAABcU/t4-KxhVrTEE/s72-c/Dream-Love%2BIGIF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2926973149767102008</id><published>2011-12-17T17:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:33:24.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><title type='text'>2011 Soundtrack Honorable Mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.585668852926209" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Keys - "Lonely Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had I waited another week or so before releasing my compilation for the new Black Keys album to be released, I would have included this badass opening track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Smashing Pumpkins - "Bullet With Butterfly Wings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I started to look like Billy Corgan, I figured it would be a good time to reacquaint myself with "Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness". A few weeks later, Ted and I had a chat over french fries -- we had both recently wondered why the production value of the album didn't stand the test of time. Also, I used the Photoshop Shawn made me to create this with MS Paint and slap it outside my office door: &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l5iN4EmnY4/Tu0eUwpHsdI/AAAAAAAABbQ/A51kOAZ_51Q/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+12172011+45208+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l5iN4EmnY4/Tu0eUwpHsdI/AAAAAAAABbQ/A51kOAZ_51Q/s640/Fullscreen+capture+12172011+45208+PM.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam - "Animal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched "Pearl Jam Twenty", the Cameron Crowe doc, and thought it was dull. But revisiting PJ is probably why, a few mornings later, I sang the first few minutes of "Animal" to our cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 - "I Will Follow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several early U2 tracks were burned on the end of the Two Door Cinema Club album we brought to Ireland. Duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Diamond - "I Thank the Lord for the Night Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Dave selected this song to lead off a night of dancing at our wedding reception. Well, he actually played "America" first, but I think most people's shock at seeing a Neil Diamond tribute band wore off in time for "I Thank the Lord for the Night Time".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2926973149767102008?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2926973149767102008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2926973149767102008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2926973149767102008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2926973149767102008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-soundtrack-honorable-mention.html' title='2011 Soundtrack Honorable Mention'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l5iN4EmnY4/Tu0eUwpHsdI/AAAAAAAABbQ/A51kOAZ_51Q/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+12172011+45208+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-6776767539189331227</id><published>2011-12-12T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:44:28.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biographical'/><title type='text'>Ted Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;corinne&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;but John Muir is SO COOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;div class="icon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tornadoslide&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;"John Muir liked the out of doors. The End."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;div class="icon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;corinne&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;yah, yah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;but, oh, the anecdotes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;he walked from madison, wi to california!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;he climbed trees in thunderstorms so he could experience what the tree experiences in a storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;div class="icon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tornadoslide&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;he fucked a horse. GUARANTEED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;corinne&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;ted makes those jokes all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;ted also pretended to be the ghost of john muir when we were hiking in the muir woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;he pretended that Teddy Roosevelt had killed him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and I needed to avenge his death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;div class="icon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tornadoslide&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-6776767539189331227?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6776767539189331227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=6776767539189331227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6776767539189331227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6776767539189331227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/12/ted-talk.html' title='Ted Talk'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2611544665469995080</id><published>2011-12-04T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:28:38.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><title type='text'>2011 Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>I do this &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/search/label/soundtrack"&gt;every year&lt;/a&gt;. These songs are what I loved this year, or what reminds me of this year, and are arranged in my preferred listening order. The playlist fits on an 80-minute CD, but I wanted to try making it downloadable this year instead of mailing out discs through the broke-ass postal service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the zipped folder &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tudsz96kuo5poge"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If the songs get lost in your media library, just search for the ones with the genre labeled "Dan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Frightened Rabbit - "Footshooter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used some iTunes gifts from last Christmas to delve deeper into the world of Scot Rock. This is my favorite song from this very enjoyable album, "The Winter of Mixed Drinks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Two Door Cinema Club - "What You Know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is from Northern Ireland, so we burned this album along with some filler classic U2 for our rental car journeys around the island. I heard their music wafting out of a shop in Dublin, so I felt reassured that my finger was on the pulse of the Irish youth. Thank God we had that CD, too, because there were moments of awfulness over the radiowaves. You know that "I need a dolla, dolla, dolla is what I need" song that is on a commercial or two? I heard that on the radio over there. During a top ten countdown. Yikes. Kim and I heard Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night" for the first time over there, and laughed about how awful it was. Then a few weeks later I learned that song tied her with "Thriller" for the most #1 hits from a single album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. James Mercer - "Journey Through the Past" (Neil Young cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know almost nothing about Neil Young, but I do know that I love his songs as interpreted by The Shins' James Mercer. His cover of "Harvest" is also excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Okkervil River - "Piratess"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this was my favorite album I bought this year, although I dislike a few of the yelling songs. This track and "Your Past Life as a Blast" are my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Beastie Boys - "Ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say about this. It's simply a solid jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. Kathryn Calder - "Slip Away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the keyboardist for The New Pornographers. I enjoy both her face and her first solo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7. Fountains of Wayne - "Radiation Vibe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was explaining to a younger co-worker that this band had been around for some time, and that "Radiation Vibe" remains one of my all-time favorites. I was about to play it for her when I realized it was not in my possession. Horrified, I bought it that night and relived the magic for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8. Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel - "Overs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few weeks when my sleep schedule was messed up, I would listen to my mp3 player with headphones while my wife slept. Two nights in a row, this song came up on the shuffle. I wasn't familiar with it before. It was kind of a perfect match for the quiet nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;9. Telekinesis - "You Turn Clear in the Sun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album and the new Dodos album were both solid but not great. Still, I listened to them a lot in the car's CD player when I was too lazy to queue up a podcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10. Wild Flag - "Romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former members of Sleater-Kinney. Hand claps. Awesome. I also recommend "Something Came Over Me" from the same album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;11. Ximena Sarinana - "Different"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might recognize this song from a Pop Tarts commercial. I first heard it one morning on VH1. "Why wasn't this attractive young woman forced to wear a bikini for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNB2Cw5y66o"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; shoot?" I wondered.It turns out she is an established talent from south of the border - this is her first English-language album. Catchy. I'm a sucker for those brass horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;12. Foster the People - "Pumped Up Kicks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTZ7iX4vTQ"&gt;This video&lt;/a&gt;, on the other hand, is really boring. Still, I'd call this the song of 2011. Total summer jam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;13. Noah and the Whale - "5 Years Time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third and final song within the whistling suite of the 2011 mix. I saw a lot of commercials for their new album while watching TV in Ireland, and remembered how quaint it was to advertise music on television. Oh, Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;14. Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian - "Your Cover's Blown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get technical, I believe my love affair with this song started in 2010, on long drives to Illinois. Since then, it's become a go to song for a burst of energy. It's so good I wonder why it took me so long to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;15. Mates of State - "Maracas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you'll get this song's final repeated lyrics in your head for an extended time, and you'll think it's totally annoying. But if you give it some time you'll come back with open arms. The pull of the funky synth is too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;16. Eleanor Friedberger - "My Mistakes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fiery Furnaces and their solo output continues its annoying pattern of two or three amazing songs on an album filled with the weirdest, hardest to like stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;17. Peter Bjorn &amp;amp; John - "IKYDLM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd guess this is my favorite bassline of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;18. Andrew Bird - "Tables and Chairs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really tugs at my heartstrings until he says "There will be snacks" and I'm just like, "Huh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;19. The Jayhawks - "Smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/09/lymphoma-we-come-across-mo-problems-we.html"&gt;previously mentioned&lt;/a&gt;, this prompted some cry urges one Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20. The New Pornographers - "Go Places"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dance at the wedding. Stuck in my head for a week afterward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2611544665469995080?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2611544665469995080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2611544665469995080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2611544665469995080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2611544665469995080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-soundtrack.html' title='2011 Soundtrack'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-7406272250959890277</id><published>2011-11-23T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:10:05.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><title type='text'>Squanto Speak</title><content type='html'>In fifth grade or so, I had to do an oral report after reading a book about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squanto"&gt;Squanto&lt;/a&gt;, a famous Native American who helped the Plymouth pilgrims through their first winter and taught them the ways of maize cultivation. I wore a vest or put some feathers around my head or something, and stood in front of the class with an index card. I spoke in a racially insensitive, stereotypical, "How! Me Squanto!" type accent, explaining the story of the brave and benevolent Squanto. And I got overly confident and tossed my index card to the floor, and later had to pick it up. I remember saying, "Indian look cue card." It's okay, guys, it was a different time. We knew not what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-7406272250959890277?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7406272250959890277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=7406272250959890277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7406272250959890277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7406272250959890277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/11/squanto-speak.html' title='Squanto Speak'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-4587686163474892863</id><published>2011-11-23T20:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:57:18.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: not bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I'm glad we have a holiday tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you hate Thanksgiving food though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I don't hate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just kind of meh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: to most of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: turkey is no McRib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the McRib could be made of turkey for all we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: there's probably some in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you know what else if full of turkeys? THIS SHOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'm trying really hard to think of a Thanksgiving joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: John Wayne would say, "It's tough to do, Pilgrim."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Pilgrim? Thanksgiving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: um ... eating turkey makes me feel like a zombie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because it makes you drowsy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I have 11 condoms left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I get jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: So episode 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: last season was only 6 episodes long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so such luck this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the episode begins with one of the farm ladies feeding the barn zombies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: fuck man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: can you believe I wrote that sentence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and that sentence refers to a show I watch every week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and she breaks the leg of the one chicken, needlessly graphic, so that the zombies are attracted to the movement or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: is that what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I assume it's so the zombies can catch it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: instead of the chicken running circles around them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, chickens are notoriously more agile than woodchucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or cows, I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: wouldn't the chicken eventually just get tired, though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the zombies wouldn't swarm the chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it just seemed needlessly cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I cared about 200 times more about that chicken than I do about Sophia, for example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Sophia is the missing girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that's a bad sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I think they have probably tried NOT breaking the chickens' legs before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: trial and error has resulted in this method&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the zombies just eventually gave up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because zombies do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they get bored and just give up sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: maybe a healthy chicken pecked one of their eyes out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so at the end of this episode, we see a herd of cattle in the background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and like you just pointed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: zombies eat chickens and woodchucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: your catching that really made me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I guess barbed wire is doing the job for those cows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: zombies are Hindu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: IT'S ALL MAKING SENSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this show is just an Imperial British racist drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's all just an allegory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: now I kind of want to write that screenplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it writes itself, really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "Everybody knows that the British brutally oppressed the Indians"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "What my show presupposes is ... maybe the Indians deserved it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: -- pitch of The Walking Dead&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so this episode starts, and little Carl gets in trouble for stealing a handgun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: oh, Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what a Freudian mess that kid is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he gets shot, and then he wants to get closer to the gun&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and Grimes and Mrs Grimes argue about if they should teach the kid to shoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: which should NOT EVEN BE AN ARGUMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: actually, aren't they arguing over whether their small child should be able to carry a loaded gun around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and Rick's totally for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because Rick is somehow a worse parent than Lori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I thought it was just teaching him how to shoot and whatnot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: since no one is supposed to be carrying guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: per Hershel's orders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: man, that rule just went by the wayside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Hershel is kind of a pushover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so is Lori, because Rick wins and lil' Carl immediately starts shooting at empty bottles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: as do like 6 other people in this little gun class they start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: lots of bullets shot in this episode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: bullets are virtually unlimited in the zombie apocalypse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: contrary to popular belief, they do NOT become currency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or maybe that comes later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: since the worst group of survivors ever is just wasting them left and right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: shooting them at each other, even!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: next plot point: Short Round spills the beans about the barn zombies to old man Dale, so Dale confronts Hershel about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and Hershel explains that the barn zombies are his wife, etc, and he wants to keep them around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: in case a cure is found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and feed them limping chickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: a cure for rotting corpses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: even though zombies don't need nourishment, I'm pretty sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: who knows what they need in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it hasn't been addressed much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: if they do need nourishment, it doesn't seem to keep them from rotting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah what's up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and I was thinking today about their clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: seems like zombies lose weight over time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I'd like to see them shuffling around with pants around their ankles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sure you would, pervert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's a very specific fetish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and I REFUSE to be silent or ashamed about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this isn't an erotic zombie drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: God, is it not erotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: speaking of a total lack of eroticism, Shane and Andrea do it in a car&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: poll: More or less disgusting than when Shane banged Lori?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I say less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: probably less, because there is less camera time on the actual event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: post-apocalyptic sex in a Hyundai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: that's livin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Hyundai? More like Fun-day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I hate myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Finally for this episode, Lori asks Short Round to make another pharmacy run, and he brings back MORNING AFTER PILLS for the pregnancy she is weeks into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: to her credit, she does say she doesn't know if they will still work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: only because she thinks they expire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: like vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and I guess she couldn't tell Glen to pick her up some Pennyroyal Tea or RU486&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or U571&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or a coat hanger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: wait - was that my joke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: God, I'm the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: here's the thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: if Lori really wanted an abortion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which, by the way, is a terribly irresponsible thing to do in a zombie apocalypse, given that the human race has been almost completely wiped out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: there's an animal doctor right inside that could probably help somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, I get that she doesn't trust Hershel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but you know, taking abortion pills weeks after they're supposed to work seems like a pretty poor idea, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so glad she has this plotline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: love to see more camera time for Lori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she's the best, and not at all a horrible skeleton bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yep, it's why I tune in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: for normal life dramas set in a fantastic apocalyptic world&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: anyway, she takes the pills then IMMEDIATELY vomits them back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: instead of just taking ONE extra minute to make a decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: a real blow to the pro-choice movement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so does Rick catch her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and then Grimes finds out and they have a boring talk about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, it's pretty exciting, for this show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and he's like, "Anything else?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "Well, I boned Shane."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then he doesn't even really care that much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "Oh. That's fine."&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: see, that should have been the breaking point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Jesus, they have a chance for some real drama and they just defuse it by making Rick understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, we'll see what happens, I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I guess ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: we have to see what happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: we're pretty committed to this bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-4587686163474892863?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/4587686163474892863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=4587686163474892863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/4587686163474892863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/4587686163474892863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/11/walking-dumb-season-2-episode-6.html' title='The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 6'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8351493376212355653</id><published>2011-11-21T20:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:30:58.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 5</title><content type='html'>[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a week delay, we are still doing this. Hopefully we'll be caught up with the current episode (#6) by tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: hi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: heeeey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's the Tyler Palko era!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this is the worst chat room ever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it causes Chrome to crash&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Chrome!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it keeps having connection errors&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ok, maybe it's settled in now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so how about opening it with Explorer or Firefox&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or Netscape?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Explorer?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: good one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ok, I think it's good to go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: like your mom&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Episode 5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: starts with a flashback&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: people watch as Atlanta gets napalm dropped on it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which explains all the burned-out buildings we saw in the first season&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: does napalm kill zombies?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it would, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, I imagine it would melt their brains &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but that's the only way it would work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, it seemed to have done a really shitty job&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha. yeah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: considering Atlanta was still crawling with zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: sorry, WALKERS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: have they ever used the word "zombie" on this show?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: not that I can remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: huh &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this show inhabits a world where the word zombie never existed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: for some reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so this show is big on flashbacks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but the one flashback I'd like to see&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: is one involving Grimes and his wife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i'd like to see why they got married&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: because she is always such a whiny sourpuss&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I was just going to joke about that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, she's not pleasant to be around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ever &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: has she even smiled yet in the entire show?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: maybe a flashback to them at a roller rink or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or seeing Gallagher smash a watermelon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she'd laugh then!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: doing blow off of a Duran Duran vinyl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Lori desperately scrambling around the house to flush the drugs &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: when the cops are arresting Ray Liot- I mean, Rick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha i get it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so this episode focuses on the redneck&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he takes a horse and goes looking for the little girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and WHOOPS the redneck falls down a ravine &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the redneck is hurt badly. will he survive? will he make it back to the farmhouse? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: will we have to watch him nurse his injury for the next 4 weeks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, Daryl takes a horse without asking&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Hershel's not pleased, but we've realized by now that Hershel is all bark and no bite&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Southern gentleman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and we find out that the horse was the nervous one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: scared by a rattlesnake  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this is one of the things that really bothered me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this is a show about zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: WALKERS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: allegedly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: why is there a rattlesnake scaring anything?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it really easily could have been a zombie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: come on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha. yeah. or a skeleton&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or a snake squirming out of a zombie's skull&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but nope, just a snake chillin' on the ground&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ANYTHING&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: other than what happened&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what a bunch of crap&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "well, we need Daryl to fall down for some reason. Any ideas, guys?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ".... I got it!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "I bet you're going to say a zom-- "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "A rattlesnake could scare the horse!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "right, that could work, good job Hugh"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because one of the writers is named Hugh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he went to Harvard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: his father got him the job&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "The boys at the Lampoon will get a kick out of this!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: finishing the storyline-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he hallucinates from the pain of having an arrow in his side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: a WALKER wakes him up by ALMOST biting him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so he shoots one with an arrow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ha, it was gnawing on his shoe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: nothing's more terrifying than monsters so stupid that they go for your shoe rather than your neck when you're unconscious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and kills another&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and then just kind of heals himself?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: through the power of "gettin' mean"?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: adrenaline&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: always a pet peeve of mine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: this guy fell down a cliff&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: TWICE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and has lost blood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but he just cuts open a squirrel he shot earlier&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and eats some raw squirrel guts&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: for a boost of energy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: PROBLEM SOLVED&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he's a redneck Popeye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha exactly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's like when football coaches say their team isn't being tough enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "We just need to get tougher!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's like when football coaches get really racist for no good reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "You know who wins if you die? The n*****s, that's who!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so he trudges back to the farmhouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and Andrea, the horrible blonde, is on WALKER watch &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: for some reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she spots him and a bunch of guys goes to see what's up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: somebody finally let her get her hands on a gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: a sniper rifle, no less&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the guys are like "don't shoot, we got this"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and she's like, "GIRL POWER!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: god she's terrible&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she tries to shoot the "Walker"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: with her first ever shot from a sniper rifle, and possibly any gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but it's Daryl!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: from like 100 yards, too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: in direct disobedience of the armed men that were going to kill the single zombie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, given the way this show has gone so far, and given what little Carl had surgery for, what, two days ago?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: she goes ahead and takes the shot that easily could have hit one of the confirmed humans&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this all makes sense, because this is something a person would do in this crazy situation, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i noticed when I saw part of a rerun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: that she was also shooting into the sun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: which is partially why she didn't recognize it as the redneck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and adds another degree of difficulty to the sniper shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's why she only nicked him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: still a hell of a shot, really&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: an incredible shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: an unnecessary, extremely dangerous and careless, incredible shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: really, doing something like this would get a person exiled among responsible humans &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but with Andrea, they're just like "shake it off, we all make mistakes"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: if she left, there would only be 2 or 3 people left to constantly nag&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the other part of this episode worth mentioning&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so Short Round is on the porch when the farmer's daughter, Maggie, comes by&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and he says, "I still have 11 condoms left."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: pick up line of the decade?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Glen sucks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: worst comeback ever? "I don't even know if I like you yet"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "I'm sorry, did you  hear I had 11 wedding rings? Because that's not what I said. I said I  had 11 condoms. You know, for fucking." &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the worst part of that pick up line&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: is that it worked, because she later slipped him a note&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: asking where they should meet that night&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she chose to pass the note during dinner&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: when everyone was in the same room&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: rather than any other time, when it's easy to communicate secretly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: these are decisions that rational people would make&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: not characters that exist solely as plot drivers &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: as if to make your point, she waits until much later to read his written response&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "ever done it in a hayloft?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just to recap&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: she passed him a note&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: during dinner&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so important it couldn't wait&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: asking where he wanted to have secret, taboo sex again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that night!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then she waits what appears to have been at least an hour to two to read the response&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: MAKES PERFECT SENSE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so she RUNS to the barn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: only to see she's too late&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Glen has already discovered that WALKERS are kept in the barn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I realize we're almost done, but this part really, really bugged me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: even though it wasn't surprising at all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, we knew there  was something going on at this weird farm, and it was pretty much  directly alluded to when Hershel talked about how he thought he could  cure the disease&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but how the fuck are there like 20 zombies being kept in a barn that nobody can detect?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they don't smell?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: maybe the pile manure around the barn to mask the scent of undead flesh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they don't make  noises, or start banging on the doors when they hear people running  around shooting each other outside, or dragging zombies out of wells&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, crap, Lori alone has shrieked enough to get those zombies all riled up to start banging on the doors&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: like they do at the end of the episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and where is this goddam little girl?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ugh, can they just find Sophia already???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: apparently not&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: hello&lt;div id="X149" style="padding:8px; border-bottom:solid 1px black;"&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: hi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just so you know, Aerosmith's Amazing is just wrapping up on my Spotify&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so I expect big things here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: EAT THE RICH&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: man, what an album&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: GET A GRIP&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, they were pretty prescient&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you gotta have stones if you're livin in the city&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you wanna hang loose you gotta GET A GRIP&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: did I get that right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: dude looks like a lady!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: that seems about right for not hearing the title track for a dozen years&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: we're off to a great start&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: this won't take long, since nothing happened in this episode. again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: there was ONE zombie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: speaking of dudes that look like ladies, Glen gets laid in this episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Glen is the Asian guy's name?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I thought it was Shortround&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: not sure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what was the Asian kid's name in Goonies?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I assume it's the same actor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or Temple of Doom or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "The boy known as Short  Round was born on February 8, 1926 as Wan Li. Orphaned during the  Japanese bombing of Shanghai in 1932, Li picked up his alias as a  pickpocket on the streets of his home town and attempted to rob the man  he would later refer to as Dr. Jones. "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://indianajones.wikia.com/wiki/Short_Round" target="_BLANK"&gt;http://indianajones.wikia.com/wiki/Short...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: wait...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the street urchins of Shanghai gave him the name Short Round?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: speaka the english over there?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Short Round means something different in Mandarin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Right. OK. So.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: there is some talk from Hershel, the vet who runs the farmhouse, about not carrying guns on the property&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I didn't understand it AT ALL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it made NO sense&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: particularly since there were already obviously guns&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, the fat guy was hunting with a rifle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Rick had a gun the whole time until he needlessly gave it to the hunter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Andrea apparently carries a gun around with her, despite the rest of the group not letting her have a gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "Well, we've managed not  to turn this ol' farmhouse into an armed garrison, so let's keep doing  that, even though an armed garrison would be more preferable by 1000x"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "barb wire was good enough for my 'pa, and it's good enough now"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i guess they're simply setting us up for something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: in the next episode I'll bet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you think?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they need a gun and oops there aren't any handy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: except I like how easily Hershel later goes back on his hard rule&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "well, since you said a few sentences, I guess I'll think about breaking my ONE RULE"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, what kind of farm is this?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the one rule is "Don't touch my daughter"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: oops, too late Hershel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's a rich people's farm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they just have horses, so they're just rich folk who live in the country&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: that's my take&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: who are somehow undetectable by zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so while you bring up his daughter let's get into that plotline&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the daughter is like "We're running low on drugs so I'm heading to the pharmacy"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and Grimes is like, "Take Short Round with you, because he's good at those missions."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: didn't somebody say something about him being good at getting into tight spaces?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I swear I heard that line&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he's good at SURPRISE ATTACKS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "Asians are great at tunnels." &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: was the pharmacy run before or after the well?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: after&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so they are getting ready to hit the pharmacy, and Mrs Grimes tells Short Round he has to pick up something secret for her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she writes him a secret note that he doesn't understand, and she says "look in the feminine hygiene section"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: cool note&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he's gonna learn your secret in an hour - you sure you just don't want to tell him now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and is she seriously asking for a brand name?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i think so!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: in a zombie apocalypse, generics still aren't good enough for bitchface Lori&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the power of advertising&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: big pharma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what a cheap way to heighten suspense&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just terrible&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yup! again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so fast forward, we're at the pharmacy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the suspense could have been built even without Glen's confusion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: she could have whispered something to him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha true!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he could have looked at her, kind of a "really?" or even a "wow" or "I understand"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: well, that took you two seconds to improve the script&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the audience would have still had the reveal when he picked it up in the feminine hygiene section&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that was RIGHT NEXT to the hardware section&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: stole that from videogum, but too good not to bring up here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it was a small mom &amp;amp; pop pharmacy - I'll allow it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Georgia is weird&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so FAST FORWARD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: no zombies so far, they begin to search for what they can bring back and use on the farm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: all the zombies are still at the high school&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just milling around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: instead of saying, "you take a look, I'll be on watch for the undead."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "That mercilessly roam this countryside looking to murder us"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and while farmer's daughter is looking around, he scrambles around the female section&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and discovers Mrs Grimes wanted A PREGNANCY TEST&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the reveal!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "whoa!" --nobody who's been paying attention to this show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "wow!" --nobody who has a brain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "brains!" --zombies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'll be honest, I wasn't completely sure what it would be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: mostly because I figured Glen would know what a pregnancy test was, and where to find it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I never thought that Lori would ask for a brand name&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I wish her note would have said "Noose. For hanging myself."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: cyanide&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: look in the feminine hygiene section&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: maybe she needed the brand name because she's too dumb to interpret the generic brands&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "I need something that shows a picture of a baby after I pee on it"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: after I audibly pee on it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: nice scene, Walking Dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I wish it was an HBO show so they could have got REALLY GRAPHIC with it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I was thinking that about the sexy scene&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Also, the test was positive. for those of you who read this solely to catch up on what they missed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: farmer's daughter is kind of cute, in a "well, it's the end of the world, I guess I'll fuck you" kind of way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she is legitimately cute&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "We can't be picky anymore"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Self esteem skyrocketing!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: stop it, you're making me hot!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "This zombie apocalypse is making me horny!" -- Glen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: farmer's daughter sees Short Round messing around in the hygiene section&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he panics, trying to keep the secret&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and grabs a box of condoms&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: there's some wacky condom laffs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and then she's like, "Let's do this."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: btw, that move doesn't really work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I try it in CVS now and then&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: well, not in a world where the dead stay dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, that's why it's not working&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: women be picky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: let me ask you this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: how well do you think you'd perform in a unlocked, unguarded pharmacy in zombie territory? &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: some people can only be turned on by imminent death&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not one of them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so, poorly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or quickly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: is there a difference?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I concur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I'm gonna at least need a lock on that door &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you're a romantic&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so they boned, but after she's like, "that was a one time thing"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: someone horny enough to fuck in a dangerous pharmacy says it's not happening again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ah, the afterglow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and Glen just puffs on his cigarette and is like, "Whatever"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the only other plotline was the well&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the group is like, "Can we get some water?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and they're like, "Sure."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and they find a zombie fell into one of the five farm wells&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: No. 2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it was the second well&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they didn't even bother checking the other three&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I don't have a problem with that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's poor form to leave a zombie goofin around on your farm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: even if he's at the bottom of your well&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: what I DO have a problem with&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: is deciding not to shoot it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so they don't "contaminate the water"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, that made no sense whatsoever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: water that has been steeped in zombie for weeks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the zombie is bloated and rotting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'm pretty sure that water is dirty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but these people are REALLY stupid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the zombie looked like the monster from Goonies, actually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Sloth? &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Zombie Sloth?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: hey you guys, brains!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he also kinda looked like the old lady in the gang from Goonies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she was an unfortunate looking woman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: she lived a hard life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the crime, the idiot sons, the giant halfwit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: was Sloth her son?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: do I need to find a Goonies wiki now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Sloth was her child&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he abused him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which is why he turned against her at the end&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: have you even seen Goonies?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: how does someone with your pop culture knowledge forget the plot of Goonies?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: many times, but it's been a while&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I guess that explains why they looked alike&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I guess not everybody watched that movie every day for years&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I watched it a lot as a kid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: sorry I forgot who was related to who&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or that it was Josh Brolin's first big role&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: does it make it any better knowing I've been to Astoria, where The Goonies was filmed?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and saw their home with my own eyes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and saw the beach where they filmed the pirate ship scene at the end?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that was in Astoria?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the beach is down the road a ways, but the house is in Astoria&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Astoria, Queens, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: wow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Astoria, OREGON&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I thought Queens was a strange place to film Goonies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I think you've lost your claim to the "King of The Goonies" title&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: hey man, there's some weird parts of Queens&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: anyway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the well&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so they tried to get the  zombie out of the well by lowering Short Round down, asking him to tie a  rope around it so they can pull it up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: classic well science&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, first they tried  to entice the zombie with a ham, which was somehow going to make it  easier to loop a rope around its neck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: seriously&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that was their first idea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: THEN they decided to send a human down there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, they used the WHOLE canned ham&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they attached fish hooks to it or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's like a plan a first grader would have had&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: a first grader with no knowledge of rationing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or water contamination&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: anyway, there were some shenanigans, but eventually they pull the zombie up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: except the zombie tears in half&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: because it's rotten&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so its lower torso falls back in the well&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "contaminating" it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: even moreso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: keep in mind, the weight of the body didn't tear the head off during its ascent&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and now the farm only has four other wells&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: only four more freshwater wells to keep this small group of humans alive&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: including the one that  supplies the house, that's apparently so ample that Shane can just  leave the fucking hot water running while he symbolically shaves his  head&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yup, lots of water&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: one less ham, though&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yep, just wasting that canned ham&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: two other things in this episode, which probably took 20 minutes of our time but can be summed up in one:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: 1. Grimes asks Herschel to let the group stay there for as long as they want, not just until his kid is healed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: 2. the redneck walks around looking for the lost girl, and of course doesn't find her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: 3. Carl wears a hat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: oh right! Looks like grimes will finally not be wearing his sheriff's outfit anymore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: things are changing!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, Carl is pretty much totally recovered&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: in what might be three days since being shot in the chest?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: that rascal will be out catching fireflies next episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: out petting wild animals&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: great kid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the freaking girl is STILL not found&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they're really going to keep dragging that along&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: can they kill the mom at least?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: she might be the worst character in television&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I guess we'll see what happens. SUNDAY NIGHT!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: by the way I saw the season 1 DVD for sale in Best Buy today&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you'll recall season 1 was 6 episodes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: retail price: $40&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: how many copies did you buy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: zero copies &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: stocking stuffer!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's on Amazon for like $13&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and I complained to the manager&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and God &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: talk to you Monday&lt;/p&gt; 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border-bottom:solid 1px black;"&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: The show starts with a scene where Shane shaves his head&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ok&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you told me you thought this was a flashback at first&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I did&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because of the running shower&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the electricity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: did you wonder why they would flash back to such a boring time in everyone's life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: couldn't be much more boring than the zombie apocalypse lives they're leading &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: how long until you figured out it was a flash forward?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I didn't realize until they finally came back to it later in the episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: seriously&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: ok. we'll get into that later&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I thought they were just showing a time in the past that Shane shaved his head for some reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: figured it made as much sense as anything else they show us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: for now, we've got Shane  and fat hunter trapped in the school, standing on bleachers, planning to  get away from the zombie horde&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they come up with a "plan" in 20 seconds, decide it's foolproof, and begin its execution&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: how did the fat guy get up on top of the bleachers?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: never mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they both immediately sprain their ankles escaping the zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the plan being to use human bait&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: becoming a common theme&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I never thought about it before&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but it seems like jumping from high places&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: is an important survival skill&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: when the undead are involved&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, it's important to know how to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: there's lots of climbing and jumping when zombies are chasing you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i wish there was a parkour guy in this group of characters&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: that would liven things up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: parkour?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: where you jump around on common objects?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: like the opening scene in Casino Royale&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="www.youtube.com/watch?v=%C3%A2%C2%80%C2%8BRaeXVnhw7iU"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=​RaeXVnhw7iU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: right &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I was thinking of Super Mario Brothers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: huge green pipes are not common objects&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: giant mushrooms, however ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: meanwhile at the farmhouse, Grimes' wife Lori is considering letting her child die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: rather than risk an operation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or something?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which is a nice thought to have after you've already sent two people on a suicide mission to bring back surgical equipment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also the same woman that gave the doctor a bitch fit after finding out he wasn't a people doctor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she says "This isn't a world for children anymore."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha, FORESHADOWING&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: good parental instinct? or THE BEST parental instinct?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Darwin in action&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: maybe Lori realizes that she and Rick/Shane aren't fit for survival&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: then we're back at the school clusterfuck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Shane is up against a chain link fence&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: lots of chain link in this episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and zombies are advancing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's a school&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: all I remember about high school is the chain link fences&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, I went to school at a prison&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Shane gives a look like, "Time to activate BEAST MODE!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but then it's like, whoops, this is too many zombies to kill&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "BEAST MODE" meaning letting three zombies get dangerously close before shooting them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: when all the sudden a zombie head explodes, and we see the fat hunter shot him from behind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: in fact, it seems that the hunter, the zombie head, and Shane were all lined up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which struck me as  awfully dangerous, considering the fat hunter already shot one person by  shooting through his intended target&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: this guy needs a basic hunter's safety course&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it would have been great, though, if he shot Shane the same way he shot Carl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then that kind of became his catch phrase&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: uh oh, Spaghetti-Os!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: especially if, after  shooting another person by shooting through something, he shrugged his  shoulders and asked the camera, "Did I do that???"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: well, he does have suspenders like Urkel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this show could use some Urkel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: did you watch Family Matters growing up?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I don't remember any plots, I just remember Urkel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I did. I remember kind of wondering if it would be more funny to me if I was black&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I felt the same way about Friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and Urkel really liked the neighbor girl, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but I wasn't really sure how hot she was&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: because I had no exposure to hot black people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: other than The Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so it's like, "Why is Urkel so obsessed? Is this the hottest black girl in the world or what?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: ...maybe I should have kept this to myself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what about Lisa Turtle?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, Screech was just a white Urkel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I think that's the title of his biography: "Screech: White Urkel"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but he was the original&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the first nerd ever on TV&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or film&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: don't research it - just trust me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I feel like maybe I got us off track?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: now seems like the time to say that the farmhouse vet guy is named "Hershel"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: just a classic backwoods Georgia name&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: one time I asked my dad if Hershel Walker was Jewish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and he kinda laughed and said "maybe"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what did he say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and why would you ask that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: uh, I guess because he was the only Hershel I knew&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but then there was an SNL skit that made it kind of obvious that Hershel was a classic Jew name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but explained there weren't a lot of Jewish blacks out there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: did you know any Jews?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: of course not&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: oh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I feel like maybe I got us off track again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, there's a lot going on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and it's really easy to get back on track&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because maybe 4 things happen in an episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: thing #3: the redneck and the bitchy chick decide to walk around in the pitch black woods searching for the lost girl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: must've been a full moon or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: plenty of light for them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I thought they were going to hump, maybe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: me too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but no, that would have been intriguing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or at least something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: instead, they talk about her wanting a gun some more &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ugh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they find a guy that hung himself, then turned zombie afterward&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "Got Bit. Got Lit. Ended It. Sayonora"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: isn't that what his note said?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Got Bit. World went to shit. Might as well quit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: why do I know that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I might like yours better&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: shows he was a party dude&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's more Southern&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: got bit, y'all. Go Dawgs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the redneck asks that  bitch if she still has a will to live, and she's like, "Shoot that thing  with one of your precious arrows and I'll tell you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and he does, and she says, "Kinda"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he should have made her go get the arrow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: for giving such a crappy answer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: here's the question about that scene&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what if she'd said "no"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what would redneck have done?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: maybe then they would have boned&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I think he would have killed her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: wait, that's me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then they found the girl &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: no they didn't&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: why do they all care so much if Andrea kills herself?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: man, let her finish it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: THIS ISN'T A WORLD FOR CHILDREN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: OR BITCHES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "For the last time, you can't have your gun!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: this show has the worst way of bringing up deep conversations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the next one was the vet's daughter and the asian dude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the vet's daughter was like "Do you believe in God"&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: just jumped right into it on the farmhouse porch &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but anyway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: then something EXCITING actually happened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, are we skipping past where he asked her if she believed in God? &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: to which she responds, "I always just took it on faith"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: to which God facepalmed himself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that somebody is getting paid to write this stuff&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ok&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so Shane and fat hunter are kind of jogging away from the zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and you can tell they're getting tired, because they keep looking at each other like they're really tired&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and they only have one  bullet left -- "I only have one bullet left" -- because they wasted a  bunch of bullets shooting zombies from the top of the bleachers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: although Shane still has a bullet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which, after saying "Sorry" and TOTALLY not meaning it, shoots it into the hunter's leg&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: with his gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yes, with his bullet gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: for some reason he didn't just kill the hunger, or really wound him badly enough not to fight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the hunter says, "Uh oh! Spaghetti Os!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because then he has to wrestle this disgusting, bleeding fat man to get the surgical supplies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which thankfully weren't crushed by the hundreds of pounds writhing around on top of htem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "Did I do that?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and the hunter feebly fights back by grabbing at Shane's hair&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then the hunter  gets torn to shreds by zombies after Shane miraculously gets away just  in time, missing only a tuft of hair, which I guess is why he shaved his  head, also because of SYMBOLISM or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he makes it back to the farmhouse JUST IN TIME&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: with the supplies, and the kid gets his surgery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: after Carl has his hilarious seizure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that kid is just begging for the Emmy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and he's not going to get it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because he's a terrible actor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: even for a kid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I think my quote was earlier, "Carl makes Jake Lloyd look like Marlon Brando"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: which is performed under bright lights because somehow this rural Georgia farmhouse has electricity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they have generators, Dan &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: a bunch of generatoers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they have a bunch of generators&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but the CDC's generators ran out of fuel like a week or two ago&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the CDC was huge, though&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: whatever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and Shane claims the hunter sacrificed himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: instead of saying "I'm a monster and shot that fatty."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "Natural Selection, bitches" &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "now go save that useless child"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so they're like, "Nice work, Shane." &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "you're definitely a hero and not a monster"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "go hit the shower"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then five minutes later, the doc comes out and says Carl is going to be fine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "We were all worried about nothing!" is what he said&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "The X-Rays show that all the bullet fragments are removed!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "Carl will be fine. He'll walk again. But his acting will still be terrible."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "and he'll still have dumb urges to pet large wildlife"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "we can't tell if he suffered brain damage or not"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and Lori's like, "I'm so happy?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because she still doesn't think that this is a world for children&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: then she nags somebody about something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and that this farmhouse has an abundance of fuel and water&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: pretty convenient&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and white bread&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and then we close the episode with Shane's head shaving scene, and we all realize it was a flash FORWARD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: here's what I wrote about that head shaving scene on Videogum, which does a magnificent job of recapping this piece of crap:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: The cold open/flash  forward both took away the suspense of “will Shane escape the high  school” AND the suspense of “what’s Shane looking for as he crazily  rummages through the bathroom”. &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I figured out the flash forward right away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: probably because I've seen Breaking Bad and you haven't&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and it's clear the writers think they have to imitate Breaking Bad to a tee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and BB really likes those flash forward cold opens&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, the week before they tried what I guess we'll call a Lost homage&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: with the flashback cold open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: then never flashed back again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yep, it was time well spent&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: because the flashback was completely useless&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "We need to remind people that Rick was shot"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and that his wife is horrible&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "and that he and Lori's marriage is kind of limp and flaccid"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "and that Carl is sad that Rick is shot"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Good use of five minutes, guys!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: good series!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: can't wait for season 3!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: do you think thye'll have found the girl by then?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or is the girl like the Russian from the Sopranos?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just disappears into the woods, never to be heard of again?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it's like the briefcase from Pulp Fiction&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, if you've never seen Sopranos, apologies for the spoiler&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's a really good episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ROSEBUD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Soylent Green&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the spinning top from Inception&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so we'll talk episode 4 tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5116630159369622146?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5116630159369622146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5116630159369622146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5116630159369622146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5116630159369622146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/11/walking-dumb-season-2-episode-3.html' title='The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 3'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3526536427059543238</id><published>2011-11-07T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:07:37.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Bottle Serviced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoA2R0rjcjU/TrhkPgGWD9I/AAAAAAAABZg/QOyjYgIq9FU/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoA2R0rjcjU/TrhkPgGWD9I/AAAAAAAABZg/QOyjYgIq9FU/s400/IMG_0245.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode in a limo for the very first time on Saturday! I celebrated with the finest reasonably priced champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Floyd and I are not on the road, we will resume Walking Dead chats soon. Very soon.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3526536427059543238?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3526536427059543238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3526536427059543238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3526536427059543238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3526536427059543238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/11/bottle-serviced.html' title='Bottle Serviced'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoA2R0rjcjU/TrhkPgGWD9I/AAAAAAAABZg/QOyjYgIq9FU/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5299026706691747096</id><published>2011-10-26T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:28:23.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Dan-A-Carve-y</title><content type='html'>Carved pumpkins on Saturday. It was my first time! Very cool! Also very cool, my wife dedicating her jack-o-lantern to me. Hers is on the left, and even says "#1" on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uN4anwFUnSY/TqjAvSAfJVI/AAAAAAAABY4/tfUWa0G0Nx0/s1600/IMG_20111022_210100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uN4anwFUnSY/TqjAvSAfJVI/AAAAAAAABY4/tfUWa0G0Nx0/s400/IMG_20111022_210100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667992049566033234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days of 80-degree weather have these things looking horribly limp now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5299026706691747096?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5299026706691747096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5299026706691747096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5299026706691747096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5299026706691747096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/10/dan-carve-y.html' title='Dan-A-Carve-y'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uN4anwFUnSY/TqjAvSAfJVI/AAAAAAAABY4/tfUWa0G0Nx0/s72-c/IMG_20111022_210100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-4943090179116211298</id><published>2011-10-24T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:02:28.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Floyd and I continue to discuss AMC's "The Walking Dead", a hugely popular cable series about zombies that is terrible and makes little sense.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div id="X153" style="padding:8px; border-bottom:solid 1px black;"&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: do you want to go through the show bit by bit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: or just discuss a few things&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, with this episode, it could be recapped in about three sentences&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what with all the action and plot movement and all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: right. so let's discuss the dying boy plotline first&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: The boy gets shot by a bullet that goes through a deer and into his stomach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: turns out this fat hunter was the guy who fired&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so he directs Grimes and Shane to a farmhouse, where he says a doctor can help the boy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it was a hell of a shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yes, through dense woods&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and a convenient time to know a doctor nearby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: without that doctor within running distance, that plotline would have really fizzled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: lots of stuff was near this area, it turns out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i mean, the traffic jam on the highway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the church in the woods&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and now a gorgeous turn-of-the-century farmhouse/ranch&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that the zombie hordes have completely left alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: maybe they should call this show "The Walking Deux Ex Machina"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I will if you will&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so they get to the farmhouse, and the boy is in bad shape but maybe the doctor can fix him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he's got to pull some bullet fragments out of his flank&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the doctor also immediately knew how many fragments the bullet split into&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it was 6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: six fragments&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, he could see all 6 somehow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: there's more to this doctor than we see at first glance perhaps?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you're suggesting he has magical powers?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, why not?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: in a world where zombies can use tools and climb ladders, anything is possible&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he had more of a Wilfred Brimley vibe, in my opinion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I just figured he'd fix some oatmeal and check his diabetes and let the kid die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: which would have possibly been more exciting than what actually happened&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, I'd watch that show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "Kid's a goner. Now if you'll excuse me, I got some 'meal to much on"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he'd be such a loveable curmudgeon!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "In my day, we beat zombies to death with whole grain oats."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I would kind of like to see Brimley fight a zombie invasion, though&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I would like to see the whole cast of "Cocoon" fight them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you wouldn't be able to tell who the zombies were&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: But anyway, the doctor  and his lovely daughters go into medical mode, and transfuse the dad's  blood into the kid. The kid wakes up as the doc is pulling out a bullet  fragment, so he's screaming in pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: this causes the dad to freak out and yell, "STOP YOU'RE KILLING HIM!!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: still hilarious&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the best! I laughed for the next five minutes, no joke.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: way to be tough, Rick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i mean, the kid had no idea where he was!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: all he knew is he woke up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and some old man is cutting him open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: someone was digging in his chest&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and holding him down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and his dad is screaming like a lunatic&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: great parenting. very cool under pressure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he's been through a lot!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: as they constantly remind us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: over and over&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'd like "STOP YOU'RE KILLING HIM" to become a meme&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i'd love to hear that every week&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, what are the odds of the phrase "DON'T YOU DIE ON ME" occurring in the next episode?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the show moves so slow I'd like to have something to look forward to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: well, let's talk about the planned surgery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Shane and fat hunter decide to go to the high school to get supplies for the bullet fragment surgery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: because the hospital burned to the ground about "one month" ago&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: convenient again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: which helps us with the timeline we discussed last week&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: these people have been in zombieland for more than a month&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I'd say two months easy, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I have no idea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: how long was Rick under?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: who knows? not the writers, that's for sure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I figured he woke up about a week after shit went down, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i guess it doesn't matter, except to say that everyone should be more used to zombie life by now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then he found his family pretty quickly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the point is that it took his whore wife less than a month to start a relationship with his best friend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: get busy fuckin or get busy dyin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: man, remember how disgusting that sex scene was in the first season? between Whore and Shane?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ugh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: gives me shivers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, backwoods fuckin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and then later Shane tries to rape her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: good pick there, lady&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: plus, not that it would improve things much, but neither are very attractive?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: has either smiled yet?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: in the entire series?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: really strange that AMC decided not to cast any attractive people in this show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: she might be more attractive if she ever, ever smiled&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and maybe ate a cheeseburger once in awhile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: most horror flicks ONLY cast attractive people to make up for the shit writing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: she might be more attractive if she wasn't a wet blanket&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: on EVERYTHING&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and if this show didn't have, like, 7 wet blanket characters that would help too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: like when she finds out the doctor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the doctor that miraculously was close by in the woods&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: was only a veterinarian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, Jesus, lady, this old man is trying to save your boring son &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: give him a break&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah she's the worst&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: everybody is the worst&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: btw, that kid makes Jake Lloyd seem like Marlon Brando&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: ahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: all he's asked to do is frown, so...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and smile when he sees deer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: he's decent at playing dead, I guess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: perhaps he's got a future in crime serials&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: ok ok. so to sum up this  plotline, the 2 guys go to get medical supplies, but as they try to  escape the zombies they end up locking themselves in the high school&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: will they make it back to the house with the supplies in time to save the shitty acting kid?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: real quick on that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so they use flares to distract the zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: to get into the surgery trailer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they didn't have an exit plan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, they could have brought an extra flare with them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or, I don't know, anything other than what they did&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: crap, have the guy mow through the zombies in the truck or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: pretty terrible work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I would have gotten some gasoline and set the zombies on fire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or maybe set the truck  on fire, with a corpse in it, so it'll smell tasty to the zombies, and  then rolled it past them so they'd chase and kill themselves trying to  get in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: see?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: it's not that fucking hard, Shane&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and now they're trapped inside the school, so maybe some chemistry lab stuff will happen next week to kill all those zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: but probably not, because that would be exciting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'm actually kind of interested to see how stupid the way they escape is&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what deus ex machina they'll use this time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: i bet they won't cover themselves in zombie entrails&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: does one-armed redneck brother make a reappearance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: because that already worked once&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: right, they won't do that again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I was kind of hoping that they'd just start blasting zombies through the grate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: with enough bullets, that could work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: with infinite bullets, yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the fat guy is already good at hitting two targets with one bullet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you know, what's stopping them from just stabbing each zombie in the eye through the grate?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it would take a lot of time, but isn't it foolproof?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, I think the grate is going to break before they could finish that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but otherwise, yeah, that would work&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: the zombies are just going to line up for it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: patience is the key when dealing with zombie hordes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also, having an exit plan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that's important&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: should we mention the other plotlines? they are barely worth mentioning&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you know who would do really well in a zombie apocalypse?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you guessed it, John Olerud&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: he's protected, and he's precise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: my hero&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: well, the only other real plotline is that the others are getting ready to leave them behind, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the group is split up and maybe they should move on down the road?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: where were they going again?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: another army base or something?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: although they haven't been attacked on the highway for days and it seems kinda fine at the moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, I guess an army base&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: right, the zombies are kind of thinning out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and apparently are content to just swarm around FEMA trailers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: is that a metaphor?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: is that a RACIST metaphor?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I assume so&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: also note that the only black guy still alive would die without the help of the Southern white man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: this show is suspect&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: right, the black guy has an infection and needs antibiotics&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: which he gets from the redneck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: and i'm sure there is no problem with dosing or antibiotic resistance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: are those things?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sure you can just grab some from the bag and fix your problems, no sweat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not in the medical field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I would just grab some from a bag and fix my problems, I think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: yeah it's fine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: any pill will fix you, basically&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you sound like my grandma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: rest in peace&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: lol?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: lol!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: STOP YOU'RE KILLING HIM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so that's it? that was the whole goddamn hour of television? we've summed it all up?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that took an entire hour&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: there was one interesting part&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: just one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: when Rick and the doctor are having the conversation on the porch&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: you know, just wasting away the afternoon while the little boy with the gunshot wound lays dying&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they had to get some air&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: the whole house smelled like boy death&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the doctor talks about how this is just a correction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and Rick disagrees &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: see, that's the glimmer of a deeper story that I enjoy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I doubt they'll get back to it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but they almost had something interesting there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: then we got back to angst&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and Shane and Rick's awkward, forced bromance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: didn't he compare the zombie outbreak to AIDS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: ha, yeah, he did &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: AIDS was just like a zombie outbreak&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: all those homosexuals running around, biting people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: man, the 80s were crazy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: Crystal Pepsi. Ghostbusters. Gay sex. The '80s!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: so I was reading another message board about the show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and spoiler alert: apparently there's more to this farmhouse than it first appears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: what are the odds that this "doctor" is performing unorthodox, perhaps unethical experiments in an attempt to find a cure?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: nah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I bet there's just a cellar with some root vegetables in it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they're just Mormons&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they politely ask Rick and his wife if they've heard of Mormonism&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Rick and wife decline, and they leave it alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and that's episode 3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that conversation takes 45 minutes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: it takes the next 4 episodes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: at the end a single zombie is seen walking toward the house&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: that's it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: thanks for tuning into another awesome episode of The Walking Dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: they try to get Rick and his wife to sign up for Amway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Shane's totally into it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "I've always wanted to own my business"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: "This could be the sign I've been waiting for"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: if this show is a metaphor for Amway ... ok, I could accept that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: so we're done? just waiting to see if this kid dies I guess?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and if the little girl shows up again, maybe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and to see how Shane and the fat guy survive the zombie horde&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: I mean, those are the only plotlines they really left us with at this point&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: well, if the kids and a  few adults die, we could maybe get this show down to a manageable number  of horrible people I don't care about&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: they need to kill Jamie Lee Curtis already&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: and the blonde&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: really most of the other group besides the redneck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: weirdly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: let's hope.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: until next time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: have a good evening&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: real quick:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: costume idea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: Amy Winehouse zombie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: too soon?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: or too late?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: uh, too late?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: I think you'd just look like a zombie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: but man, what a voice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;: you'd just look like a gross dead woman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="a"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;: "She died as she lived"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-4943090179116211298?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/4943090179116211298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=4943090179116211298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/4943090179116211298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/4943090179116211298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/10/walking-dumb-season-2-episode-2.html' title='The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 2'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3360659172022951411</id><published>2011-10-17T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:11:41.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[As promised, Floyd and I are going to chat online every Monday to complain about AMC's "The Walking Dead", a free television show we watch of our own free will.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Season 2 of The Walking Dead starts, and our heroes are driving a caravan down the Georgia interstate. We learn they're short on gasoline. Why are they short on gasoline? Granted, they have several cars and a huge RV, but it seems there are plenty of cars around to siphon gas from in this post-zombie world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yeah, I felt that a lack of fuel was a weak excuse to not turn around and avoid the blocked highway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: also, why did they think the highway woul&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dn&lt;/span&gt;'t be blocked?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's like Post-Apocalyptic Living 101&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: avoid the highway, because it's going to be crammed full of abandoned cars&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: or some reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it is strange there there would be sudden congestion on one short stretch of interstate. do you think there was some kind of Oceans 11-esque pulse bomb the zombies set off to disable everyone's cars?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: without knowing the exact geography it's impossible to tell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I guess it was because of that overturned trailer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but why did that overturn?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that's the thing that's never really explained in zombie lore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I'm dubious. Anyway,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: was the traffic jam swarmed by slow-moving zombies?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: which somehow made a trucker jackknife and overturn?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the group decides to use this opportunity to siphon gas and search for supplies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: sure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: turns out there's plenty of fuel, as you pointed out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and supplies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Mrs. Grimes has a problem taking things from the cars, saying, "This place is a graveyard."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but it's a graveyard!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: how long after the inital zombie invasion do you think this is?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: several months, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: two weeks?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: three?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: how long did it take Grimes to find the others?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: you think several months?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: they're still freaking out too much for it to be that quick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I guess we don't exactly know, but woul&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dn&lt;/span&gt;'t you say it's time she start thinking in Post-Apocalypic terms by now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well, sure, but I mean, for me that switch would have turned on really quickly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: probably right around the first time zombies tried to kill me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and the abandoned cities and all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and the legions of corpses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: She should have a tougher attitude. Tough enough to do something CRAZY like TAKE FOOD FROM DEAD PEOPLE'S CARS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: she's showing total pre-apocalypse morality&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: although to be fair, I don't see the problem with stealing from the dead now, so I can't really relate at all why that would be a problem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yeah, that is kinda your thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: with the necrophilia and all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Bring back the estate tax! Occupy Zombie Atlanta!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: So next...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The lookout does an excellent job of looking out for zombies, because he sees one. It's next to the other hundred that he failed to see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that are 50 yards away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: all of a sudden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: he was using binoculars&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yes. and Grimes directs everyone to get under the cars&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: which seems, at the time, like a terrible idea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but it almost works&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: because zombies can't smell people this season or something&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: let me talk about some plot holes a moment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: in season one, they successfully camouflaged themselves by wearing zombie flesh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so the zombies coul&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dn't s&lt;/span&gt;mell their aliveness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: now, they can hide their smell by hiding under cars?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: sounds like an Axe commercial&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: medium"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: two of the group had to act fast because they co&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;uldn't &lt;/span&gt;get under cars, so they threw corpses over themselves for shields&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and that worked? So the zombies can smell you if they can see you, but not if you're hiding under a van?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: am I missing something?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I mean, I guess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: shall I move on?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i mean, I don't know any better&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's almost as if the zombies behavior is predicated on what will create the most suspenseful scene&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's almost like this WHOLE THING is FAKE!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: these zombies are real drama queens&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: did you ever consider that maybe it was a trick?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that the zombies were just pretending not to sense them as they shuffled by&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and then, when the humans were lulled into a false sense of security, the zombies would turn around and slowly shuffle back and eat them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well, that would be interesting. setting them up for a later ambush&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it would be more interesting than what happened, anyway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so next...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the little girl in the group runs off in the woods to escape some zombies, and the rest of the episode is the group trying to find that girl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and it's terribly dull&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well, let's go back for a second&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the one zombie decides to check out the RV, which must have just reeked of manflesh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: just the one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the others shuffle past&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but this one is a little more canny&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: he smells it, the whiny panicking woman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so he checks it out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: she's hiding in the bathroom, so he decides to open the door, like a zombie does&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but only after she decided to continue trying to reassemble the gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and drops a piece on the floor like someone that deserves to die would do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the zombie hears this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: puts it all together&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "RRRaaaarrrghghg, there's people in there"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: THEN tries to open the flimsy door&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: None of the other zombies notice this commotion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: no, even with all the screaming&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: for some reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and, as you pointed out, she proceeds to stab the zombie in the eye socket with her mouth wide open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: WIDE OPEN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: despite the spurting, highly contagious zombie blood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: which miraculously misses her mouth and eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: like she's desperately trying to infect herself with some zombie blood in her orifice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well, she was suicidal ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: maybe she ... wanted to be infected?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: TWIST&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: going back a second, do you think a zombie can easily set up and get in that RV?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: was the door even open?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yes, but I always thought they took the path of least resistance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: God&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ok, let's follow this really quick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: man stands on top of 14 foot RV with binoculars&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: doesn't see zombies until they're right fucking on top of everybody&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: not even enough time to warn the woman IN THE RV DIRECTLY BELOW HIM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that there's zombies on the way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: she's caught by surprise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: by these fucking zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ugh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: ok, Christ, moving on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's just, would it be that hard to set up the zombie shuffle-by better?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yeah, seems like she could have closed the RV door&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's just so goddam lazy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the writers just try to think of ways to get close human/zombie proximitiy on camera&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so all the zombies go by except for the two stragglers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: despite the rrrhaarrrging, and the screaming&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: remember Dan, it's not about the zombies, it's how these regular people cope with living in a zombie world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: bleh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: anyway, the girl goes missing, so Grimes and Co. have to search for her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: can we talk about that for just a second?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yup&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: this girl gets noticed by zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the mom doesn't make a fucking peep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: you think she should have made noise to draw the zombies toward her?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well, she should have done something if she was going to play guilt trip for the rest of the episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: on Grimes, the only one with enough balls to actually try to save the child&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: right, so mistakes were made, and she gets lost in the woods.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: after the least exciting chase scene since ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Grimes and re&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dnec&lt;/span&gt;k guy go searching for her, and come across a new zombie, which is shot in the face with a crossbow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: they realize he's eaten recently, and decide to cut him open to see if he has little girl in his stomach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: they find the remains of a woodchuck. like, the whole skull of a woodchuck. in the zombie stomach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: is that what it was?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I d&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;idn't &lt;/span&gt;see that, I was eating&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: pretty sure they pulled out bones, a skull specifically, because how else would you know what rodent it was?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I just took their word for it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: this raises a billion questions about zombie digestion, and the zombie's quest for flesh in general&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: exactly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: if they NEED flesh to eat and survive, why are there so many half-eaten humans lying around?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and how did that zombie catch a freaking woodchuck?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I mean, woodchucks aren't as agile as many other rodents&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but they're still hard to catch&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: for a living human&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah! I don't think zombies can even bend over far enough to pick a dead woodchuck off the ground!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: much less the slow-moving, creaking undead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: those zombies chasing that girl were almost running, though&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yeah. not 28 Days Later speed, but ambling kinda fast&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: they probably had the agility to bend over&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: if the woodchuck was actually dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the zombies did eat that horse in the first season&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: maybe the woodchuck was injured?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and climbed up the zombie and went to sleep on his shoulder?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I just pictured a zombie woodchuck sitting on a zombie shoulder&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the woodchuck was basically the puppet from Caddyshack&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: now that's what they should have pulled out of the stomach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "It's ... it's a hand puppet ..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and then the Caddyshack song plays&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "It's alright .... nobody's looking at me"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: this show needs more Kenny Loggins&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and then zombie R&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;odne&lt;/span&gt;y Dangerfield appears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: STILL GETS NO RESPECT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: can we talk about the church?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so they hear bells ringing, and find a church in a clearing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: your typical rural Georgia church in the clearing of some dense woods&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the doors are closed, so they open them and see...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 3 zombies in pews, facing Jesus at the altar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: those zombies aren't hungry? Don't wanna get out of that room and explore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I think it was a metaphor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: for a shitty tv show?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: something like that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it was meant to make the audience ask the question: Was Jesus the first zombie?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the answer is no, no he wasn't&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Lazarus was the first zombie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's in the Bible&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: anyway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the doors weren't barricaded or locked, you know. and those bells were ringing every 10 minutes or so - they should have been drawn to the sound&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it made absolutely no sense&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: these zombies follow no code&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: question:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: because I can't remember&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: have they explained how zombie-ism is spread?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: not really, but biting seems like the cause. you'd assume any zombie blood would also infect you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I mean, would would assume, but we'd also assume that zombies w&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouldn't jus&lt;/span&gt;t sit in an unlocked church, or eat woodchucks, or shuffle down the highway for no reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I'm just saying, we haven't seen anyone turn yet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and there are corpses just laying around that aren't zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: with no apparent head trauma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: right. did it not say anything about it in the comic?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the comic was worse than the show&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and I can't really remember if it did&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I mean, I think it's just going on those assumptions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but these people don't appear terribly careful around zombie blood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: bashing brains in with rocks with their eyes open, stabbing while screaming, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: wearing zombie flesh on their person. anyway, let's move on to the final sequence, where the group splits up and heads back toward their cars&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: God this episode was long&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and they split up after TWO desperate pleas to Jesus&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Well, when you have a Jesus statue handy, you gotta use it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the guy's not omnipresent, you know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: how predictable was it that Grimes wasn't religious?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I'm a Sheriff. I believe in the law."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: tough as nails, that one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I'm still wearing a badge for some reason."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a cuckold, but tough as nails&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so Grimes, the r&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;edneck&lt;/span&gt;, and Grimes Jr are walking in the woods and come across a deer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so they split up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: smartly taking the child with them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: R&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;edne&lt;/span&gt;ck goes to shoot the deer with his bow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: probably because it's bow season and not rifle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: once you down a buck with a bow, Floyd, you never go back to a gun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: they don't want to fire the guns, because it would attract zombies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Grimes stops him from firing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the bow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: because the kid wants to get close to the fully grown deer with a full rack&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: terrible parenting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: wait&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and because he doesn't want to collect meat for the group from which to live off of&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's not the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;redneck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's Shane&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: with a shotgun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: oh sorry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;redneck&lt;/span&gt; went back with the others, for some reason&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so they let Grimes Jr walk up to the deer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so to be fair, shooting a deer with a shotgun is pretty stupid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: because they're both terrible parents&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: was he going to pet a deer? try to ride it like a horse?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: break its neck?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: get gutted by antlers?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that's what I thought was going to happen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yeah man, When Animals Attack&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: wipe that shit-eating grin right off of that dumb kid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "and that's why you always leave a note"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: instead, we hear a rifle shot, and the bullet is fired from somewhere in the distance, goes through the deer and hits Grimes Jr in the stomach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that is one high-powered rifle and a lucky shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: or unlucky, I guess, if you &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want the kid to die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so the end of this episode&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not happy with it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: be honest, though: would you have expected the episode to end with anything other than a shameless deus ex machina?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: It's going to focus them on healing this kid now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: when I want to see them going somewhere cool and doing something cool&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: man, are you looking forward to an hour of people acting anguished over a dying child?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a child with a high-powered rifle bullet in his freaking gut?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's a disappointing turn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: another disappointing turn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Tony Soprano barely survived a gut shot from a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Midnight&lt;/span&gt; Special&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: this kid, in a sane world, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; stand a chance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: but this isn't a sane world, is it Dan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it sure isn't&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: in a world where 1% of the population controls 50% of its wealth?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: until next week?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: sure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: see you then&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I'll work on more ways to push Occupy propaganda&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: later&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="border-top: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; border-right: none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.08in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: good times. bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3360659172022951411?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3360659172022951411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3360659172022951411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3360659172022951411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3360659172022951411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/10/walking-dumb-season-2-episode-1.html' title='The Walking Dumb - Season 2 Episode 1'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-7770272427923845840</id><published>2011-10-13T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:18:34.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Walking and Talking</title><content type='html'>Today I read about a proposed advertising tie-in that Bing proposed to the AMC zombie apocalypse series "The Walking Dead":&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://videogum.com/389902/bing-it-%c2%a0the-walking-dead/top-stories/"&gt;“We pitched them last year where maybe the characters could find a library with a generator and do a Bing search,” said Sean Carver, a marketing director at Bing, who acknowledged the scene was a stretch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm surprised they didn't go through with the ad integration, because it couldn't have been any more ridiculous than what they decided to put on TV. The show doesn't make any sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former blogger and friend of Tornado Slide &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/search/label/floyd"&gt;Floyd Masterson&lt;/a&gt; agrees. We'll be chatting about the upcoming season 2. We plan to, anyway. It'll probably go a lot like the following email conversation we had at the end of season one, when the band of human survivors sought help from the CDC, only to find the CDC was occupied by one crazy, suicidal scientist. The CDC blew up just before the closing credits. If this isn't making any sense, then I'm correctly describing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Floyd, I assume with no cable, you’re not following along with The Walking Dead on AMC? The zombie apocalypse scenario is so absurd, we could chat about it for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I actually have cable again since I moved. HBO, too. And yes, I've been watching The Walking Dead. Certainly not a flawless show, and at times a bit annoying, but overall I enjoyed it, and found the finale oddly satisfying. I'll tune in for the next season, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I've actually participated in some discussions of the show on the Phog.net message board, where we all take turns pointing out plot holes and inconsistencies. My biggest problem so far -- why can some zombies climb things? And how did these people know that zombies can smell you? I'd request some empirical evidence before covering myself in zombie innards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Phog.net: America’s premier source for The Walking Dead plotholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This is definitely the worst show that I continue to watch. I guess it’s 6-episode season really worked in its favor, because any more of this nonsense and I’d probably quit, Lost-style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s easy to say “Yeah, there are a few plotholes, but there are zombies and guns, so…”  But these plotholes are really big! Like, if you and I decided to write a show I’d expect these sort of script problems, but this is made by professionals! And they even had graphic novels to read first, and discover potential problems, and correct them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Building on the point you make about how zombies detect non-zombies – this was a fact that the survivors seemed to agree on, as if this became common knowledge in the days since the outbreak began. So it would seem that the zombie takeover was not instantaneous, a fact supported by all the military chesspieces we see moved around the greater Atlanta area. Then, in the finale episode, the survivors seem SHOCKED by Dr. Jenner’s admission that zombies are on every continent, and that they are causing real problems everywhere, and there may be little hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Remember the guy they handcuffed to the roof in the hot Atlanta sun? (On the day before someone at the campsite was complaining about the cold night, and wanted to build a bigger fire? UGH!) They chained the stairwell shut so he wouldn’t get eaten. So after he manages to escape the handcuffs, he’s still trapped on the roof, right? No. He walks 20 yards to some other roof access door thing. That the zombies never discovered? UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I actually read the first graphic novel a few months ago, just to see if it lived up to the hype. I was underwhelmed by the writing and dialogue, which seemed like a zombie story written by somebody who wasn't at all familiar with the genre. It was so derivative and yet not at all a Tarantino-esque homage that I found myself a bit confused by its existence. It make elementary mistakes, like some of the stuff you've noticed. In fact, perhaps it's because I've actually found the show to be an improvement from the graphic novel that I'm not more disappointed with the plot holes and irrational behavior of some of the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Have you read World War Z? That's some quality, well-thought-out zombie fiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I still think my biggest problem with the show so far was when the zombie was hitting the window with a rock, and then when the one was able to climb over the fence. And the show needs a goddam anti-hero, someone to cut through all the emotional BS and make some real, rational decisions on how to proceed. Wannabe rapist Shane isn't cutting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Don't compare the show to Lost yet. Let's let Walking Dead fans start treating it like the most clever thing ever and a freaking religion before we compare it to the cultish atrocity that was Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Videogum just posted its finale recap, and I remembered a few more horrible points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1.&amp;gt; Jenner decided to get drunk after his experiment was ruining, and kill himself the next day. Then the gang showed up, so we think, “Oh now he has new hope, he won’t kill himself.” Then we learn that he knew they were going to run out of power in 24 hours anyway, causing the building to explode. He was going to kill himself, like, a half-day before being incinerated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2.&amp;gt; Blood tests! As Gabe puts it: “someone asked him what the point was since anyone who was infected would be running a fever anyway, and he said that he’d already “broken every rule in the book just letting you in here.” Haha. Relax. Pretty sure that book is OUT OF DATE and that no one will be printing an updated, more relevant edition.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-7770272427923845840?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7770272427923845840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=7770272427923845840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7770272427923845840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7770272427923845840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/10/walking-and-talking.html' title='Walking and Talking'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3318171011435566136</id><published>2011-09-27T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:51:56.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>The Lymphoma We Come Across, The Mo Problems We See</title><content type='html'>I thought I would be writing more. I spend a lot of time on the computer but it hasn't been happening. So I'll abandon any dreams of well-crafted essays and cheat with word vignettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get chemo on Mondays and take the rest of the week off. I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel okay for the most part during that week. On Tuesday, I'm pretty tired. I feel like I worked out a lot the previous day - muscles are a bit slow and achy. The rest of the week, I'm less tired, but might take a short nap in the afternoon. So I could definitely work some hours. But there is a staunch anti work from home policy, it seems, so I'd have to drive over there. And it doesn't feel great to drive. And then there's the matter of not caring enough. Am I going to look back on this cancer experience and think, "I wish I'd have worked more?" A hero might, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monday I return to work, I probably feel worse than I did the previous five days. I stop taking high doses of Prednisone, a steroid, on Saturday, and they say you go through a Red-Bull-like "crash" when you go off the steriods. So I usually work until three or so that Monday and Tuesday, drive home, hit the couch and don't get up for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm kinda back to kinda normal until the next chemo treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have large diffuse B-cell lymphoma. I don't really worry about my lymphoma that much. I donated forty bucks at Anastasia's Leukemia and Lymphoma Society fundraiser at the Granfaloon six years ago, so I should be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemo has been fine. I show up to the hospital, sit in a recliner, and watch TV and DVDs for the five hours or so it takes to drip the drugs through my IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not had any nausea. I have not vomited a single time. But, probably because of the largest tumor's proximity to the sciatic nerve that runs down my right leg, I've been having pain in my tailbone and that leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was on the couch watching football, and I was mad because the game was boring and that score/commercial/kickoff &amp; touchback/commercial combo is real shitstorm, and I was uncomfortable sitting, and uncomfortable laying down, and earlier in the day it hurt walking around the grocery store. My toes had been spasming - &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/08/toe-talk.html"&gt;as you saw in the previous post&lt;/a&gt; - and now it's my calf muscles spasming, and somehow it's making the ball of my foot very tender and I shuffle around like I have a sprained ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's hurt to sit, stand, walk, and lay down. Sleeping is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the scheme of cancer symptoms, that is next to nothing. But I am frustrated, even if the doctors think it will work itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was prescribed valium for the muscle spasms but they didn't work. Speaking of drugs that didn't work and that you could purchase from me for a very reasonable price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before treatment, I had some rough insomnia. Looking back, I can't believe those nights. How can you not get to sleep, and then it's the afternoon, and you still couldn't sleep if you wanted to? What IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be on the couch, with the TV on. That served two purposes: entertainment and time measurement. If I did happen to pass out for a bit, the TV could tell me how long I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is very poor programming on late at night. One night I watched a "CSI" where models were being killed by paint cans. Or something? And I fell asleep for about 15 minutes at the end. So I don't know who the Paint Can Prowler was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched an entire episode of "The Dukes of Hazzard". I'm told it was my favorite show as a kid. I'll say this: the actors playing Boss Hogg and Sheriff Rosco were fucking COMMITTED. The effort they put into a scene involving a malfunctioning popcorn machine was nothing short of heroic. The episode was about mail fraud. Boss Hogg put an ad in a paper promising lots of land in a nonexistent part of Hazzard County. People mailed him a check. A sexy female postal inspector came to investigate, and the Duke boys wanted to bone her. She found evidence of the fraud that pointed to the elderly lady that ran the post office - she delivered the mail around the county on a fast motorcycle. Motorcylin' Granny! Comical. But the evidence was planted by Rosco, and the Dukes had to hide Granny while they convinced sexy inspector that Hogg was to blame. Granny really wanted to bone down on Uncle Jesse, much to his dismay. There were about three car chases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really disappointed in the History Channel during my insomnia. I feel like they should be airing stock footage of blenders being manufactured during the wee hours, so some other Modern Marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was prescribed Ambien. I was told by those who had taken it before to get completely ready for bed, swallow the pill, and immediately jump in bed before I'm rendered unconscious. I did. I lay perfectly still, and started to feel the drug go to work. I felt like it was dragging my brain down. Down down down. Down toward sleepyland. Still moving down. Still have the feeling of my brain being pulled into the sleep abyss. Still trying not to move. still waiting to be unconscious. How long have I been being pulled down? I don't feel that pulled anymore. If I open my eyes it means the drug won't work and I'm screwed. But I have to move my body now it's been like this forever. Whoops, it's been an hour. I feel normal again. Very awake. Goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said we could try Lunesta - it worked a little differently so maybe it would do the trick. The same thing happened. Bonus: it's not a generic drug yet, so Kim got to pay $100 or so at the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking around and I haven't found anyone else who has defeated Ambien and/or Lunesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from one really good cry, not many tears. I did have several start-to-tear-up moments that did not materialize to full crying. Those episodes were triggered by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jayhawks - "Smile"&lt;br /&gt;Frightened Rabbit - "Foot Shooter"&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - "Go Places"&lt;br /&gt;Benji Hughes - "Country Love"&lt;br /&gt;The Antlers - "Putting the Dog to Sleep"&lt;br /&gt;The opening minute of the Pod F. Tompkast (&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-from-honeymoon.html"&gt;as previously documented&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The performances of Christian Bale and Mark Wahlberg in "The Fighter"&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Giavotella's family's reaction to his first major league home run&lt;br /&gt;The "How I Met Your Mother" episode where they attend Marshall's dad's funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemo can cause peripheral neuropathy, or numbness in fingers and toes. Currently I have slight numbness in my fingers. I don't notice it much, but two days ago I was opening a bottle of medicine and got the lid off no prob but I couldn't pull the paper safety film thingy off. "Oh, so this is what it feels like to be one hundred years old," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mailed approximately forty cards in the few weeks the word got out about the cancer. My coworkers cooked me food and delivered it to my house, and some of them pooled some money and bought me an iPad. They bought me an iPad for my cancer. This gift was roughly four times as expensive as what the same group contributed for my wedding present. I took it back and used the cash to purchase most of my new Panasonic Viera plasma HD television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been super nice to me, and looking back I try to remember when I did similar nice things, but I think I've just been the guy that calls people and talks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm crashing from the steroids, sometimes I notice I can't speak as quickly as usual. I'll be thinking of a word, and find it, and the process to move it from brain to mouth takes twice as long as usual. There's something called "chemo brain" that people talk about and maybe this is what it feels like. I hate it. I always thought that I would hate living somewhere I had to speak a foreign language, because even if I learned to speak that language I fear I wouldn't learn to be quick and witty in that tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that losing your hair would make it easier to pull the glasses off your head, but no. The bare scalp has more friction than hair. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past four weeks or so the only way to sleep well is on my couch, on my right side so there is pressure on my right leg and foot to keep them from tingling or spasming too much. I like my couch - sometimes I'd sleep on it for funsizies back in my single years - but it is a big official bummer to say goodnight to my wife and walk away from our bed and down the stairs to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm no longer having insomnia, I'm not getting great sleep. I get a solid seven hours, I think. I can't remember the last time I slept in. I'm really looking forward to staying unconscious for an obscene amount of hours someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to this "50/50" movie where Joseph Gordon-Levitt gets cancer and pals around with Seth Rogen, but then I got cancer and now I don't have hair and now I don't want to be the cancer guy watching the cancer movie. "Hey look this subject matter speaks to that hairless man," theatergoers would think and probably say out loud during the entire running time of the feature film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3318171011435566136?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3318171011435566136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3318171011435566136&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3318171011435566136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3318171011435566136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/09/lymphoma-we-come-across-mo-problems-we.html' title='The Lymphoma We Come Across, The Mo Problems We See'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5463544355326487092</id><published>2011-08-28T18:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:16:46.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Toe Talk</title><content type='html'>Try to wiggle your fourth toe and ONLY your fourth toe. Can't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can pinpoint the problem - your right calf muscles haven't been twitching for the last several days, and the involuntary spasms aren't somehow causing your fourth toe to curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28280347?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ff9933" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, but not a lot. Very annoying, though, especially around bedtime. Typical lymphoma stuff. I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Incidentally, if anyone CAN wiggle their fourth toe by itself, I am VERY impressed.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5463544355326487092?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5463544355326487092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5463544355326487092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5463544355326487092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5463544355326487092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/08/toe-talk.html' title='Toe Talk'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3811646866193991223</id><published>2011-08-19T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:55:34.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Hair Ye Hair Ye</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone loses their hair due to chemotherapy. Uh, of those people who receive chemotherapy. Good first sentence. Great start. All-Star form right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, duh. You've seen a movie before, and you know that people lose their hair when they are given drugs that disrupt rapidly growing cells. You might be surprised about what order your hair disappears - why is my ear hair holding on strong, but my nose hair not so much? Why do I even have ear hair? Is that the grossest hair I have, or is it the little strands the grow up through the two moles on my right shoulder? Do you love reading my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lady at the hospital went over our "Welcome to Cancer" booklet or whatever, the subject of hair came up and she asked if I was concerned about losing every bit of hair on my body. It was an easy "No". I've got bigger things to worry about, yeah? But I'll admit some disappointment when it started to leave my scalp, primarily because of the WAY it fell off. It lost its will to stay anchored. When watch yourself in the mirror, easily removing chunks of your hair from your head, you feel pretty strange, because that's not what hair is supposed to do. I wondered if it was a Samson-type thing, a virility thing, but I think I figured out why it makes you feel so weak. It's because you look like Steve Guttenberg's character in "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085404/"&gt;The Day After&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTiN03ewqXk/Tk6cse7kZtI/AAAAAAAABUk/d4Hp0HItM6g/s1600/GuttenbergDayAfter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTiN03ewqXk/Tk6cse7kZtI/AAAAAAAABUk/d4Hp0HItM6g/s400/GuttenbergDayAfter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642619671172900562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/AVyGJhs8uS4?t=7m55s"&gt;Watch the scene&lt;/a&gt; - filmed in Allen Fieldhouse!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you're going to feel discouraged if you remind yourself of Steve Guttenberg! I mean, the man is a star and a legend, but his Icarus-like journey can be too much to contemplate. You've got to re-frame the situation. The Mom approach is to show you've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvfnFHB3KkY/Tk6cs_4DGXI/AAAAAAAABU0/jsEwyVkxmmI/s1600/dan3mo%2Bheadshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvfnFHB3KkY/Tk6cs_4DGXI/AAAAAAAABU0/jsEwyVkxmmI/s400/dan3mo%2Bheadshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642619680016505202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief flirtation with Captain Jean Luc Picard, I decided to adopt a more modern and real role model for this hair phase. With thanks to Shawn's photoshop skills, I fear that I am ordinary, JUST LIKE EVERYONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxZ1im3rF7o/Tk6csjeIXdI/AAAAAAAABUs/glWj_8MT6Jo/s1600/dan_zero_zoom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxZ1im3rF7o/Tk6csjeIXdI/AAAAAAAABUs/glWj_8MT6Jo/s400/dan_zero_zoom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642619672391605714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GA8th9vUA48" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3811646866193991223?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3811646866193991223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3811646866193991223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3811646866193991223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3811646866193991223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/08/hair-ye-hair-ye.html' title='Hair Ye Hair Ye'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTiN03ewqXk/Tk6cse7kZtI/AAAAAAAABUk/d4Hp0HItM6g/s72-c/GuttenbergDayAfter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5247217817484278893</id><published>2011-08-09T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:59:01.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Very Chairy</title><content type='html'>Remember how new and classy &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/office-and-gentleman.html"&gt;my new office looked&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you need a very cushioned surface before you can comfortable sit in a typing posture, your room looks a bit less classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8Lyo2RUszkxm0lf0FI9RbcgDxWx1MaSKb4ojOQRTz3c?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0XJvbIGQ1tM/TkBAH9fAx8I/AAAAAAAABT0/MC1Fb5T5rbs/s800/IMG_20110808_141547.jpg" height="600" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair of unknown age and origin is on loan from my next-door coworker. "Please take it so people will stop hanging out in my office," she said. She's fun. (She really is.) I brought the beige pillow in from home, and yes, I was daring anyone I passed on the way to the second floor to make fun of the guy carrying the large cushion to his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really new to me, but now that I have such an excellent excuse to walk slowly in the hallway or take use the elevator to move one floor, I'm on edge about possible challenges from strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feelin' lazy today, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I took the stairs earlier today but the chemotherapy makes me tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. My mind is cluttered with possible retorts. Let's hope I get to use a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5247217817484278893?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5247217817484278893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5247217817484278893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5247217817484278893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5247217817484278893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/08/very-chairy.html' title='Very Chairy'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0XJvbIGQ1tM/TkBAH9fAx8I/AAAAAAAABT0/MC1Fb5T5rbs/s72-c/IMG_20110808_141547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5861152821558770861</id><published>2011-07-27T07:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:52:22.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Worst Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I had the idea to make the world's lamest Bucket List after I saw a commercial for Keno. I enlisted Shawn's help and here's what we've got so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to play Keno&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to polka&lt;br /&gt;3. Read the novelizations of the "Back to the Future" films&lt;br /&gt;4. Write a comprehensive history of German comedy&lt;br /&gt;5. Try every fountain drink offered at Quik Trip&lt;br /&gt;6. Sail across Lake Huron&lt;br /&gt;7. See the Blue Man Group&lt;br /&gt;8. Pet a horse&lt;br /&gt;9. Read a Danielle Steele novel&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn to speak Welsh&lt;br /&gt;11. Get a tramp stamp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5861152821558770861?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5861152821558770861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5861152821558770861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5861152821558770861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5861152821558770861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/07/worst-bucket-list.html' title='Worst Bucket List'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-858432600844923126</id><published>2011-07-24T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:25:59.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Love Buzz</title><content type='html'>Today Kim buzzed my hair, and I shaved my biopsy beard. We documented the whole thing, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasion.com/" title="create an avatar"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.picasion.com/pic43/cc803ea6d546b83188988f1285d95008.gif" width="400" height="300" border="0" alt="create an avatar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasion.com/"&gt;gif from picasion.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Let's do this!&lt;br /&gt;2. I have too much hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have too much beard.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I'm not stealing meth, I'm wrenching with my dirtbike.&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did I put the fourth graders' dodgeballs?&lt;br /&gt;6. Last time I rocked this cut I played tee ball and drank Shasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-858432600844923126?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/858432600844923126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=858432600844923126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/858432600844923126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/858432600844923126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-buzz.html' title='Love Buzz'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-9044028092168257945</id><published>2011-07-24T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:08:50.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports and leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Back From The Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I started writing again on Thursday, July 7, but I ran out of steam before anything was posted online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's been a while. Been busy, dudes. Been pretty busy. Went to Ireland. And Northern Ireland. Annoying that you have to specify both, but that's imperfect post-WWI treaties with the British, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been busy being sick. Sick? Injured. Pained. On May 10, I sat through a four-hour meeting at work. Afterward, my hindquarters felt sore. (HAHAHAHA GAY!) That's not an unusual feeling for me (HAHAHA COULD YOU BE ANY GAYER GAYWAD??), as my haunches are tiny and poorly padded -- I was never very comfortable when sitting for long periods, so some pain was not out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my back hurt badly enough that I skipped my weekly basketball game (WITH ALL DUDES, HANGING OUT WITH SWEATY DUDES AND BALLS YOU'RE A TOTAL GAY!). The pain subsided, then migrated down to some upper leg muscles, then felt better a few days, then the reset button was punched and more back pain was followed by more leg and tailbone pain. On Sunday I'll celebrate two months of chronic pain! (During this time there have been many visits to physical therapy, where I am consistently surprised and saddened to think about the vast number of people coping with constant pain in the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can you do two consecutive parenthetical expressions? Fuck it, I'm doing it anyway! I actually played basketball the week after I'd bowed out, and we only had enough personnel for 2 on 2. My right leg hurt, particularly when I would bend my knees during the first motions of a jump shot, but the muscles warmed up enough for me to play normally. Normally? Spectacularly! I never lost a game, and in the final game I scored 18 of my team's 20 points. The final shot was a dn staple, driving right toward the top of the lane, then spinning clockwise on my left leg before rising, floating (in the sense that a white 31-year-old with limited physical prowess "floats"), and releasing a perfect mid-range jumper. The pessimist in me thinks of this as a decent end to my underwhelming but highly enjoyable basketball career.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The grim specter (specters are ALWAYS grim) of nerve pain has seasoned my past few months, which happens to include my honeymoon journey. I will be writing about the fun and interesting aspects of the journey soon. For the moment, though, please let me show you my map of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[stopped writing for the day]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, July 8, I had a CT scan first thing in the morning. Before I had made it home with my three Muncher's Bakery self-pity donuts, my doctor's office was calling to schedule another appointment. The nurse wanted me to come by in a few hours to discuss the scan results. Since my everything still hurt when I drove, Kim agreed to take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the puzzle that weekend, as a way to pass the time until Monday's biopsy. I activated my mp3 player to start the live recording of The Pod F. Tompkast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nighttime on the internet...&lt;br /&gt;...a graffiti artist suspects an E-Harmony profile of deceit...&lt;br /&gt;...a 2,000 year-old vampire views her Netflix queue with disgust...&lt;br /&gt;...a raccoon Googles 'raccoons'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim was above the puzzle at that moment, and I was walking to the sink to fetch a glass of water. "Raccoons" had barely emitted from the speakers when I began to well up. I'll never understand why. It just seemed like a perfect joke - maybe my mind raced ahead to consider how much additional perfect humor I could miss out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed myself and took a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kkyCWzqeXuA/Th-Y9aTvgoI/AAAAAAAABRg/fY9JFXwHaik/s1024/IMG_20110714_203254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kkyCWzqeXuA/Th-Y9aTvgoI/AAAAAAAABRg/fY9JFXwHaik/s1024/IMG_20110714_203254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biopsy results took a long time, and we were finally told the lymphoma was malignant, as we'd expected. It was several more days before we could meet with an oncologist, who assured us the scenario was far from worst-case, and that chemotherapy should treat it sufficiently. There was a heart test, a PET scan, blood tests, a bone marrow biopsy - every time we walked into the hospital they found another reason to perform another test. The final summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large (~10 cm) mass in right presacral space, pushing against muscle and the sciatic nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller masses nearby, all below the diaphragm, all of which can be managed simultaneously without extra treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 6 rounds of chemotherapy, starting Monday, July 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I would fantasize about having cancer. It wasn't because I needed an in with the Make-a-Wish racket - I wanted to be an inspiring, famous person that courageously beat the odds. It was weird, especially considering that person already existed. His name was Sterling, he overcame brain cancer, and he was in the class above me. We played summer baseball together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked the analogy of cancer management as a "battle". Fighting is reserved for an odd assortment of diseases, and if you've got diabetes or malaria you're somehow not a soldier, just a participant. I don't feel like I'm in a battle with cancer, which is great, because I've always considered myself too much of a realist to fill the shoes of a brave soldier. Fight or flight? If given an option, I'd apologize to cancer, sign a treaty, and retreat back to safe territory. I am intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no option. A month ago Kim and I were exploring Ireland. Monday they try to shrink my tumor. Life is overwhelming and impressive even when it's threatening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-9044028092168257945?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/9044028092168257945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=9044028092168257945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/9044028092168257945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/9044028092168257945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-from-honeymoon.html' title='Back From The Honeymoon'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kkyCWzqeXuA/Th-Y9aTvgoI/AAAAAAAABRg/fY9JFXwHaik/s72-c/IMG_20110714_203254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1850828455204079674</id><published>2011-06-09T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:13:31.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='products'/><title type='text'>Phoney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2006/04/05/samsungs-sgh-t509-gets-official-for-us-t-mobile-launch/"&gt;Old phone&lt;/a&gt;, purchased 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNOqZeXIN8o/TfF7GhgVzmI/AAAAAAAABQA/sylv16MqnK0/s1600/samsung_sgh_t509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNOqZeXIN8o/TfF7GhgVzmI/AAAAAAAABQA/sylv16MqnK0/s400/samsung_sgh_t509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616405562311167586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some good times, old friend. You were tiny, and that was nice. But other than having a small impact on my pocket, you're kind of junk now. Still, stand proud, buddy. Your battery is still quite good, and there isn't a scratch on you! You've earned your retirement. Have fun polluting some river in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of a Sprint family now. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/nexus/#/features"&gt;New phone&lt;/a&gt;, received for birthday 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsT9FOXpW-Q/TfF7IjHwntI/AAAAAAAABQI/9hFjObZbt7k/s1600/samsung-nexus-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsT9FOXpW-Q/TfF7IjHwntI/AAAAAAAABQI/9hFjObZbt7k/s400/samsung-nexus-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616405597104676562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1850828455204079674?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1850828455204079674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1850828455204079674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1850828455204079674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1850828455204079674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/06/phoney.html' title='Phoney'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNOqZeXIN8o/TfF7GhgVzmI/AAAAAAAABQA/sylv16MqnK0/s72-c/samsung_sgh_t509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8403983256535391454</id><published>2011-06-05T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:47:54.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>You Stayed Classy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-stay-classy.html"&gt;In contrast&lt;/a&gt;, here's what adorns the walls of a classy restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tM1EMnBtqE/TewxJMmRdSI/AAAAAAAABP4/Mc7ky1hRqgY/s1600/amyxbathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tM1EMnBtqE/TewxJMmRdSI/AAAAAAAABP4/Mc7ky1hRqgY/s400/amyxbathroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614916869494502690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As photographed at my barber shop.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8403983256535391454?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8403983256535391454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8403983256535391454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8403983256535391454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8403983256535391454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-stayed-classy.html' title='You Stayed Classy'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tM1EMnBtqE/TewxJMmRdSI/AAAAAAAABP4/Mc7ky1hRqgY/s72-c/amyxbathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-6255838050446058084</id><published>2011-05-31T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:13:29.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>You Stay Classy</title><content type='html'>We were at a rural Illinois winery this weekend for a wedding. This photograph hung above the urinals. (Click to enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_v9FWxYoZM/TeWOcKFrwhI/AAAAAAAABPs/4VW0mCN8dj8/s1600/winery%2Bprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_v9FWxYoZM/TeWOcKFrwhI/AAAAAAAABPs/4VW0mCN8dj8/s400/winery%2Bprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613049124982866450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prints are only $20? That's great news, because I have a lot of empty wall space in my VOMITORIUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing more gross than this "art" is my imagining of the "artist".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-6255838050446058084?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6255838050446058084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=6255838050446058084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6255838050446058084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6255838050446058084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-stay-classy.html' title='You Stay Classy'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_v9FWxYoZM/TeWOcKFrwhI/AAAAAAAABPs/4VW0mCN8dj8/s72-c/winery%2Bprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8371299311759448338</id><published>2011-05-25T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:22:26.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>2010-2011 Winter Recap - Netflix</title><content type='html'>You guys, I have not read a single book since the calendar turned. But at least I've watched a bunch of shit on my TV and through my Netflix account! Here are those items, in reverse chronological order, not including movies covered in my 2010 motion picture recaps (&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-motion-pictures-presthttp://beta.blogger.com/img/blank.gifige.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-motion-pictures-non-prestige.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Quick Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Murray robs a bank while dressed as a clown? How did this exist beyond my awareness? Funny throughout, with supporting roles by then-famous Geena Davis then-sane Randy Quaid. Small roles filled by greats like Tony Shaloub, Phil Hartman, and Kurtwood Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Kid Stays in the Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear Patton Oswalt's impression of 1970's movie producer extraordinaire Robert Evans, you're kind of obligated to watch this. It's okay. Evans' narration is most certainly the selling point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool Hand Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, nearly 20 years after first enjoying Guns 'N Roses "Civil War", I watched the origin of its sampled dialogue! This was one of those movie experiences where lots of other things make more sense, from the GNR song (well, not really) to the great Stella episode where the guys call their farm supervisors "Boss", just like Paul Newman and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Kind of a Funny Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much what you'd think it is. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Night of the Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented this because it's the movie that originated the much repeated idea of a convict labeling his knuckles with "LOVE" and "HATE". Not bad, not great. I guess you could say I didn't LOVE or HATE it. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won the Oscar for Best Documentary, although Exit Through The Gift Shop was clearly better. This kept economics interesting, I suppose, but I can't forgive it for playing Peter Gabriel's "Big Time" in its entirety over the opening credits. God I hate that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GasLand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended if you want to get depressed about the process of fracturing underground shale to produce natural gas. But you only need to watch the first hour - it starts to repeat itself, and the ending isn't current anymore. You can read the latest fracturing news from Pennsylvania with the time you save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TiMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Instant Watch movie recommended by some friends. Low budget, but not embarrassingly so. It's breezy with a sci-fi twist. Not a lot of breezy sci-fi out there, yeah? Recommended for the ladies. Caution, gentlemen: romance ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the book I read, the book Time Magazine called the finest of its decade. Kim had not read the book, and the movie made her cry. Would she recommend it?  She would. She just said so just now, after I prompted her. I would too. It's got Keira Knightly, Carey Mulligan, Andrew Garfield, AND it's directed by the same guy who gave us the &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3554226"&gt;music video for Nine Inch Nails' "Closer"&lt;/a&gt; - you remember, the one with the crucified monkey and the hog's head rotating on a spike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. It was Australian, I guess? I'm having a hard time remembering the plot, which is a bad sign for a movie I saw a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ken Burns' America: Thomas Hart Benton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benton's my favorite muralist. His old home is now a museum in Kansas City and I keep meaning to go someday. This show taught me pretty much everything I'd learn at the museum, though, right? I should probably just stay home and look at junk on my laptop instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amish: People of Preservation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend some time among the Amish a few months ago - did I tell you that? No? I spent a lot of time thinking about their hats. Of all the hats in the world to choose from, this group picked a real stinker! An especially bad decision, since they're stuck with it and can't go out and buy a cowboy hat or a floppy beach hat instead. Right. So this was available on Instant Watch and I had it on while I did some work around the house. It focused on the Pennsylvania Amish, and maybe isn't as recommended as the occasional Amish-related docs you can find on the National Geographic Channel (which I also watched around this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recommend this beyond those who worship with me at John C Reilly's altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A documentary about one comedian. I was curious to know where the hell she came from, how she got popular enough to be a serious candidate for "The Tonight Show". This pretty much answered those questions. Solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Comic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A documentary about comedians, a very broad topic covered broadly here. Very interesting in parts and tedious in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Other Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have been better? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ricky Gervais Show: Season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podcasts on TV! A dumb idea that works fine in this instance but probably shouldn't start a trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who watches the watchmen a year and a half after it's released? Me! From the perspective of a male who doesn't read graphic novels, I liked it. Rorshach's character was kind of silly to me, but the film looked amazing and Malin Akerman didn't look too bad either if you know what I mean of course you do I just wrote it explicitly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bored to Death: Season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love noir detective stuff so much, but I was prepared to be disappointed by this HBO series. Thankfully (and in hindsight, obviously), Ted Danson + Zack Galafanakis + Jason Schwartzman = great. Not so great that I finally order HBO, but great enough to make me wish I wasn't so cheap about ordering HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Third Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so highly of this masterpiece I introduced it to the lady of my life. But don't take my word for it. Take &lt;a href="http://maximumfun.org/judge-john-hodgman/judge-john-hodgman-episode-17-parents-just-dont-understand"&gt;John Hodgman's podcast words&lt;/a&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrong Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsradio's Dave Foley wrote and starred in this spoof of Hitchcock-style "wrongly accused man" stories. Plenty of hilarious dialogue more than makes up for the presence of Jennifer Tilly. Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you type "IMDB Laura" into Google, this is the first result, because it's a top-rate noir mystery! The second result is "That 70's Show" alum Laura Prepon, beating out Laura Linney in a stunning upset. Laura Dern is predictably an also-ran. Anyway, check out this movie and see how ordinary Vincent Price looked before he entered the creepy mustache phase of his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hackman and Fredo are hired to spy on a CONVERSATION. Intrigue ensues. Very slowly. The ending is worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8371299311759448338?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8371299311759448338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8371299311759448338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8371299311759448338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8371299311759448338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/2010-2011-winter-recap-netflix.html' title='2010-2011 Winter Recap - Netflix'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8034167195212928630</id><published>2011-05-17T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:37:24.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><title type='text'>Goin' Phrasey</title><content type='html'>A long time ago I typed a pun into my phone, and saved it there. I hoped the idea would incubate into something hilarious, but it's been years now and the yield is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it curious that Google showed ZERO results for the phrase, so I am at least pleased to claim it as my original idea for perpetuity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Write what ewe know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa baa people confuse me with goats and shear my wool for textiles. One of us was a clone. Mutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? There's nowhere to go with this. But it's mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8034167195212928630?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8034167195212928630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8034167195212928630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8034167195212928630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8034167195212928630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/goin-phrasey.html' title='Goin&apos; Phrasey'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2494940759812669972</id><published>2011-05-10T23:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:46:08.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><title type='text'>An Office And A Gentleman And Another Gentleman</title><content type='html'>I failed to mention one amazing/terrible thing about my new digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mornings I don't hear a bird's peaceful chirping. Instead, I hear the shouting of &lt;a href="http://cjonline.com/news/local/2010-03-26/qa_with_the_downtown_dancer"&gt;The Downtown Dancer&lt;/a&gt;, who must live across the street from my building. His antics also inspire honking from passing vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link you just didn't click on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wl-subheadline"&gt;&lt;h2 class="wl-subheadline"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A With The Downtown Dancer&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="wl-subheadline"&gt;Topekan dances to shed light on Jesus, troops&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You probably have seen him in downtown Topeka, on S.W. Wanamaker Road  and at S.W. 29th Street dancing with one of his many lamps. Sometimes  he gets funny glances, and at other times, he chats with passers-by. &lt;p&gt;On Thursday, The Topeka Capital-Journal caught up with this dancer at  S.E. 6th and Quincy. Dressed in blue-jean shorts, a red shirt,  bright-white tennis shoes, black gloves and with a fanny pack around his  waist, he danced and held a small light. He waved and smiled as people  drove by and honked. But he never lost his rhythm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His name is Rickie Hite. The 50-year-old said he dances to raise awareness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Rickie, where do you live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I stay here in Topeka. I'm from Merriam, Kansas. The Lord led me here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen you out here rain and shine, hot and cold. What are you doing with the lamp?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Holding up the light for Jesus. We can all love one another. I'm  holding up the light for our troops, for our judicial system, too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And why do you dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I go on the spur of the moment with the Lord. I've been doing this for three years. The spirit of the Lord moves me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many lamps do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I own 12 of them. I get some from the thrift stores. I buy them,  or they let me borrow them. My favorite is the one with the American  flag. I dance for the soldiers. To me, there is no greater dance than  what they are doing for us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of music do you usually listen to while you're dancing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I listen to country a lot. Right now, I'm listening to 'I Love a Rainy Night.' I listen to a little bit of everything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you just dance downtown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No I dance all over the city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dance here. I dance at other places downtown. I dance over on 29th."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long do you usually dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes I dance for five hours. I really don't need a gym. It's a great workout."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've became somewhat of an icon in Topeka. You're on several YouTube videos and are mentioned on the Internet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what people have told me. I don't have a computer, so I've never looked. I'm just out here dancing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the end of the interview, he shook our hands, placed his  headphones back on his ears, plugged into his hand-held CD player and  began dancing again. He mouthed the words to one of the songs playing in  his ears and thrust his lamp into the air. A car passed and honked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He smiled, waved in acknowledgement and kept on dancing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lJ11AR8mrwQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2494940759812669972?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2494940759812669972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2494940759812669972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2494940759812669972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2494940759812669972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/office-and-gentleman-and-another.html' title='An Office And A Gentleman And Another Gentleman'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lJ11AR8mrwQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-317345251344390181</id><published>2011-05-08T20:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:38:20.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><title type='text'>An Office And A Gentleman</title><content type='html'>It's been just over two years since &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-week-office.html"&gt;Cara's favorite post&lt;/a&gt;. Let's update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you read about workspaces at leading tech companies, and it's all nap-pods and ping-pong facilities? I don't work at a place like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ogn0OEV7gg/TcdHryWttXI/AAAAAAAABO0/wK6OvZ1hG8o/s1600/officecubicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ogn0OEV7gg/TcdHryWttXI/AAAAAAAABO0/wK6OvZ1hG8o/s400/officecubicles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604527078862861682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole building looks like this, with sepia-tinted cubicle walls bordered by offices. The cubicles you see in this picture have been empty for the past four months or so, due to a hiring freeze. Which is good for me, because that open door in the background is my office, surrounded by the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BG40y_iUhe4/TcdIbxK9t_I/AAAAAAAABPc/78iGWUyOJwo/s1600/officedesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BG40y_iUhe4/TcdIbxK9t_I/AAAAAAAABPc/78iGWUyOJwo/s400/officedesk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604527903178864626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I chose the furniture. And I chose that cork board, which was ordered from a different supplier, but matches the cherry finish pretty closely! I didn't use a mousepad in my cubicle, but now that I have a new veneer finish to look after, the mouse rests on a thin book. See also: coasters under the mug. The window means I never, ever turn the fluorescent overhead lights on, even when a storm blocks all the sunlight. The window blind is broken, and won't stay raised on its own. I stuck a 3M adhesive hook upside down so I could secure the cord. I also tied a lanyard to the blind cord to make it longer, so I could actually reach it when the blinds are down without standing on a chair. Speaking of chairs, that office chair used to have arms, which would hit the desk when I wheeled up close to type. I brought an Allan wrench from home and removed them - now they're in a box behind my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es5xfsqlm-Q/TcdIcC9huPI/AAAAAAAABPk/qM11BoY0ypM/s1600/officeguests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-es5xfsqlm-Q/TcdIcC9huPI/AAAAAAAABPk/qM11BoY0ypM/s400/officeguests.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604527907954342130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are some guest chairs, also without arms, this time by design. Now that I work in a box with real walls and no workers nearby beyond those walls, I listen to music through computer speakers instead of my beloved Grado headphones. I can't believe how loud I'm allowed to play music. I keep asking coworkers if I need to turn down the mp3s but they say they don't hear it. I should bring in a subwoofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZWVBRu32qU/TcdHsWxXByI/AAAAAAAABPM/LLD8xR5Iu_4/s1600/officeview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZWVBRu32qU/TcdHsWxXByI/AAAAAAAABPM/LLD8xR5Iu_4/s400/officeview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604527088638297890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys, having a window is so much better than having no window, even if your window hasn't been cleaned since the building was assembled, and even if your view is just low-income housing. ENHANCE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knsbP540hyQ/TcdHsj4WWkI/AAAAAAAABPU/EHCvtyL-cIE/s1600/officeview_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knsbP540hyQ/TcdHsj4WWkI/AAAAAAAABPU/EHCvtyL-cIE/s400/officeview_zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604527092157274690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That guy in the overalls is out there most of the time. He loves the outdoors, and he loves to smoke. And eat, I'd guess. The view does include a few trees, at least. Some mornings, when I'm enjoying the quiet that only a horrible economy and late-running coworkers can provide, I can hear birds singing in those trees below my window! The other week there was a cardinal down there, chirpin' away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-317345251344390181?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/317345251344390181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=317345251344390181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/317345251344390181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/317345251344390181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/05/office-and-gentleman.html' title='An Office And A Gentleman'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ogn0OEV7gg/TcdHryWttXI/AAAAAAAABO0/wK6OvZ1hG8o/s72-c/officecubicles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1411240930228010003</id><published>2011-04-29T22:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:37:05.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Dream Baby</title><content type='html'>Last night I experienced a vivid dream wherein I held my tiny child and felt a very real, very strong emotional bond with him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I definitely should not have been transporting the infant in a plastic orange jack-o-lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tce-4VFBLQ8/TbuDlaUeitI/AAAAAAAABOk/unL1KsKobDY/s1600/jackolantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tce-4VFBLQ8/TbuDlaUeitI/AAAAAAAABOk/unL1KsKobDY/s400/jackolantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601215240308951762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1411240930228010003?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1411240930228010003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1411240930228010003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1411240930228010003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1411240930228010003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-baby.html' title='Dream Baby'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tce-4VFBLQ8/TbuDlaUeitI/AAAAAAAABOk/unL1KsKobDY/s72-c/jackolantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-182589116726850695</id><published>2011-04-26T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:01:45.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texts'/><title type='text'>Text Rodeo</title><content type='html'>Catching up on text messages in the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April 13, 8:36 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Do you like being married or is it pretty gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: It's fun in kind of a gay way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March 31, 7:59 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: How bad is the rioting after the Shockers NIT Championship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT: The worst in Wichita history. I'll be right in front throwing cinder blocks at cars and lighting trash cans on fire. We know how to celebrate a big win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Burn down a &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2008/05/gourmet-supreme-love.html"&gt;Spangles&lt;/a&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT: I'd burn a Spangles even if they didn't win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-182589116726850695?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/182589116726850695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=182589116726850695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/182589116726850695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/182589116726850695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/04/text-rodeo.html' title='Text Rodeo'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3344335425002094732</id><published>2011-04-24T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:39:15.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>No Bologna? No.</title><content type='html'>I had to search the archives to make sure I hadn't told you this before. Sure enough, I only have &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-four-of-our-series-of-agonizing.html"&gt;one solid bologna-related story&lt;/a&gt; in the written past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mostly converted to peanut butter and jelly for a packed lunch, but every one or two years I crave bologna. I've come to enjoy them as such: soft wheat bread (not the better-for-you fiber-filled stuff), a small amount of Miracle Whip, one or two slices of light bologna (which seems to be healthier than turkey bologna). American cheese optional. Then, insert a white corn tortilla chip into the sandwich prior to taking the corresponding bite. Salty! Crunchy! Bologna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other sandwich news, the 'Book indicates Jack Serpentine ate &lt;a href="http://dcist.com/2011/01/churchkeys_new_luther_named_best_ne.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3344335425002094732?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3344335425002094732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3344335425002094732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3344335425002094732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3344335425002094732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-bologna-no.html' title='No Bologna? No.'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8570291103945110690</id><published>2011-04-17T16:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:58:35.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>It's A Nice Day For A Nice Wedding - Part Two</title><content type='html'>After the ceremony a checklist appeared in my brain. Family photos. Trolley ride to next location. Wedding Party photos. Ride to next location. Entrance to reception. Dinner. Cake cutting. First dancing. Until we made it to dinner, I felt more stressed than I should have. I was riding around on a trolley full of great friends and alcohol, and yet I had a worry in the world? Gav started a "USA! USA!" chant while we were piloted through the Plaza, and I was up in my head? Not a great job by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good. I wasn't too hungry but I was anxious to shove as much food as I could into my gullet so I could start drinking in earnest - I'd only had water and a shot of Tuaca on the trolley. It was more than an hour after dinner before I had a real drink, and my total for the night was one mere Jack and Coke followed by a few cans of Miller Lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this boring? Probably. All this text is just an excuse to get to this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my lady and I were trying to decide what song to use for our first dance, I had one or two in mind. During the second New Pornographers concert we attended together, I waited until "Go Places" was played, suggested we use it, and she agreed. Knowing it was a 3/4 waltz beat, we assumed we could learn a waltz step for it, which we eventually did, five days before performing it, by looking at two YouTube videos and practicing for 30 minutes in our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began to dance, Kim asked if I'd looked at my ring yet. Of course I'd had no time or mental capacity to do that, as she assumed, so it was during our first dance that she let me know she'd had it engraved with lyrics from the song: "Stay with me, go places ... Kim".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oh03O7LtYs/TathS-lRLqI/AAAAAAAABOM/cYsqSJWKMIU/s1600/ring%2B1%2B-%2BCrop-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oh03O7LtYs/TathS-lRLqI/AAAAAAAABOM/cYsqSJWKMIU/s400/ring%2B1%2B-%2BCrop-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596673940602826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;a href="http://fountainshots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bag&lt;/a&gt;'s fancy camera and time for the photo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great surprise, and well worth having that song stuck in my head for the following four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other reception stuff happened, then the reception was over, then we had a nice late breakfast the following morning, then we open some presents, then we drove home and that's where we live, together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8570291103945110690?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8570291103945110690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8570291103945110690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8570291103945110690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8570291103945110690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-nice-day-for-nice-wedding-part-two.html' title='It&apos;s A Nice Day For A Nice Wedding - Part Two'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oh03O7LtYs/TathS-lRLqI/AAAAAAAABOM/cYsqSJWKMIU/s72-c/ring%2B1%2B-%2BCrop-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3013962998516728825</id><published>2011-04-11T21:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:46:46.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack serpentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alipete'/><title type='text'>It's A Nice Day For A Nice Wedding - Part One</title><content type='html'>If I document &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2009/06/buffalowdown.html"&gt;my time in downtown Buffalo&lt;/a&gt;, I should probably write down some thoughts on my wedding weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until Rams and Alipete arrived at our Lawrence home before heading off to the big city to meet my dad - a decision I immediately regretted when Rams entered the house singing "Going to the Chapel". I shushed her, said my goodbyes, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAL #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first of many difficult food and drink decisions made during the weekend. In all cases, I needed to choose a food with very low risk for causing indigestion, sluggishness, or other maladies. In this case, I also needed just enough food to last me until the huge rehearsal dinner. Two blueberry pancakes at First Watch in Corporate Woods, Overland Park. Pops had the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove around a bit, stopping at Liberty Memorial to spend an hour looking at very old cannons, rifles, and sidearms. After dropping him at his hotel, I checked in at the Aladdin and schlepped all the luggage to the 15th floor. Floyd was given the suite room key while the groomsmen drove to the church to rehearse; he ordered a turkey sandwich from room service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened at the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Fridays complicated the parking situation at Lydia's, but eventually everyone made it to the upstairs loft for dinner, and eventually the staff figured out they needed a few extra chairs to seat us all. I gave an unplanned welcome speech - something about it being "Suspiciously easy" to integrate into Kim's family and "You all mean a lot to us" and "Please accept this pasta and fish as thanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAL #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar Salad&lt;br /&gt;Fettucine with Broccoli in Garlic Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Bracialone (rolled pork shoulder stuffed with golden raisins, prosciutto, and Montasio cheese, braised in tomato sauce)&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a glass of wine with dinner, and an unexpected drink of Tuaca after the meal, but was too concerned about ramifications to drink more, even as friends began to stop by the loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to bed around 12:30. I slept until 4:30, when I noticed my phone was chirping a text message notification. I had a hard time determining if I was really awake or if I was dreaming, and I asked myself that question at least three times before getting back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAL #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serpentine, Nathan, Matt, Camille and I walked to the nearby Hotel Phillips for breakfast. Service was slow, but eventually my safe, non-buffet choice arrived - an omelette with bacon, onions, and peppers alongside fried potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the annoyingly prolonged gap between breakfast and leaving for the church - about two and a half hours to sit in my room and wonder if I should put on my pants now? Or wait a couple more minutes? Save the tie for later I guess? I passed out the world least thrilling, most John Olerud-esque groomsmen gifts of all time. For the tornado alley dwellers: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Midland-WR-100B-WR100-Weather-Radio/dp/B0001OHH0Q"&gt;weather radios&lt;/a&gt;! For the coastal residents: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-ARCFR160R-Microlink-Self-Powered-Flashlight/dp/B001QTXKCE"&gt;solar/crank-powered radios&lt;/a&gt;! I don't know. The idea began as a survival kit for the coming end of days, but quickly deteriorated when I noticed many kit items (knives, fire starters) would be frowned upon by the TSA. This time was also used to present me with a trophy. The tradition of buying the groom a small, pathetic trophy cup with "Congratulations on your first marriage" engraved on the name plate began with &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2006/02/live-to-surf-surf-to-live.html"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt;'s wedding. I cannot explain why. And similarly, who knows what possesses us to continue. Fun, I guess? It's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_66ff6af5-c02d-f204-d94e-1d95738dc336.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_66ff6af5-c02d-f204-d94e-1d95738dc336.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the church, we sat around in a spare room with a TV, catching the end of the Royals win and a bit of "Timecop", greeting a few family and friends as they wandered by. I knotted my tie at an acceptable length on the first try, and dared not to improve upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anxiety was fine until I stood next to the pastor, preparing to make our entrance. Although I did pay close attention during the rehearsal, I had to specifically ask him if I was walking up there NOW, or if he was going in to do something first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I stood at the front of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get anxious before most anything. A few weeks ago, I prepared for a fantasy draft in a cold sweat. My heart races before scholar's bowl matches, pickup basketball games, unintimidating public speaking events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the front of the church, my breathing was good, my heart hate was up, and my face was twitching. That was a new and unwelcome symptom of anxiety for me. The muscle spasms stopped after the bride was next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey - is it just me, or when you're standing in front of a crowd do you not really look at any faces, just the blur of humanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremony: very conscious of my posture and hand placement. Very hot under those lights. I listened closely throughout, but can't really repeat anything that was said aside from the "that's what she said" moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END PART ONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3013962998516728825?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3013962998516728825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3013962998516728825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3013962998516728825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3013962998516728825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-nice-day-for-nice-wedding-part-one.html' title='It&apos;s A Nice Day For A Nice Wedding - Part One'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1848090035865896115</id><published>2011-04-06T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:33:53.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still A Thing</title><content type='html'>I swear to the great spirit that this is still a thing. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1848090035865896115?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1848090035865896115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1848090035865896115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1848090035865896115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1848090035865896115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-thing.html' title='Still A Thing'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1379749054108494875</id><published>2011-03-07T20:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:13:19.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='products'/><title type='text'>Time To Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLBK1yMTmy0/TXWcN2P4xJI/AAAAAAAABNs/d4Spfr2Sq3A/s1600/handdryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLBK1yMTmy0/TXWcN2P4xJI/AAAAAAAABNs/d4Spfr2Sq3A/s400/handdryer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581539074909979794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electric hand dryers used to have different instructions printed on them. Nowadays, they just have little pictures next to numbered steps. In olden times, step one said "Push Button", and the second step probably said "Rub Hands Together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only certain about the first step's text, because every one I ever used had been vandalized to read "Pus Butt".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1379749054108494875?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1379749054108494875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1379749054108494875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1379749054108494875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1379749054108494875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-dry.html' title='Time To Dry'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLBK1yMTmy0/TXWcN2P4xJI/AAAAAAAABNs/d4Spfr2Sq3A/s72-c/handdryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-709476256876990649</id><published>2011-03-01T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:58:49.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><title type='text'>The World Is... Not Enough?</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/house-of-cards-update.html"&gt;this thing&lt;/a&gt;? It's still on my desk. I've been hoping its supports would slowly bend and fail, and I could witness its end "&lt;a href="http://www.worldwithoutus.com/index2.html"&gt;The World Without Us&lt;/a&gt;" style, but it seems my engineering skills are too strong. And today, this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GUY FROM DOWN THE HALL:&lt;/span&gt; (stands in cubicle entryway, pauses) "I see you made the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; "........y-yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GUY FROM DOWN THE HALL:&lt;/span&gt; "It's a house of cards." (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't chat with him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving from the cubicle to this thing with four walls and a door and a window, and on Friday I got this catalog and looked at my furniture options. It was much less fun than I thought it would be -- it was like choosing my coffin, except I'll never have to look at my coffin, much less see it every day for the foreseeable future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-709476256876990649?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/709476256876990649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=709476256876990649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/709476256876990649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/709476256876990649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/03/world-is-not-enough.html' title='The World Is... Not Enough?'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5006605946639058759</id><published>2011-02-15T23:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:33:08.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alipete'/><title type='text'>2010 Recap - Music And Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I know you're on pins and needles, not having written this recap for soooooo long post-2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I bought in 2010 that was released in 2010, from most enjoyed to still enjoyed but kinda wanted more from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon - Transference&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire - The Suburbs&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - Together&lt;br /&gt;Menomena - Mines&lt;br /&gt;Broken Bells - s/t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what else I bought - some 2009 catch-up purchases and some older material - which is all pretty much great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Were Promised Jetpacks - These Four Walls&lt;br /&gt;Telekinesis - s/t&lt;br /&gt;The Xx - s/t&lt;br /&gt;M Ward - pretty much everything he's recorded&lt;br /&gt;The Stone Roses - s/t&lt;br /&gt;Neil Diamond - various hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a few singles here and there, maybe a used CD. In total, I spent about $100. Good story? Good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-recap-lyrics.html"&gt;Last year&lt;/a&gt; I did a real bang-up job on my lyric awards, and I fear the 2010 recap is less stunning. Case in point, I don't have a selection for "Best Metaphor". Pathetic! That's a great category! Please enlighten me in the comments. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Best Simile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire - "Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soul Asylum Funeral/Urinal Memorial Award: Best Half-Rhyming Couplet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menomena - "Queen Black Acid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're 5-foot-5, not a hundred pounds&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to death of every single ounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars - "We Don't Want Your Body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your soul is searching ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;So you can have some sex with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Unlikely Adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - "Sweet Talk, Sweet Talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would feel byzantine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Nonsensical Lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quasi - "Repulsion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wee Willy Winky run to the town&lt;br /&gt;They can't keep it up he just lays it down&lt;br /&gt;The moon took a piss behind a tree&lt;br /&gt;I still made it back by a quarter to three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Nonsensical Lyric, But You Can Kinda See Where He's Going With This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Winters - "Not Moving to Portland"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All your bicycles are dreaming of their brakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worst Flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoop Dogg, as featured in Katy Perry's "California Gurls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bikinis, zucchini, martinis, no weenies, just the kingie and Queenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Overwrought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire - "We Used to Wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems strange&lt;br /&gt;How we used to wait for letters to arrive&lt;br /&gt;But what's stranger still&lt;br /&gt;Is how something so small can keep you alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't mean to shit on Arcade Fire too much, but this song irks me. As someone who used to take a pen and take lined paper and sit down and write overwrought letters to girls about issues that probably did not deserve such a time commitment, I feel quite qualified to say that waiting for a response did not make me feel alive. It made me feel like the mail is a stupid slow goddamned asshole WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG WHY DID I WRITE A LETTER GOD SHE'LL HAVE TO GO BUY A STAMP AND SHIT ARRRRGH. I mean, sure, hand-writing letters was sort of neat, but I promise you I switched to writing overwrought emails &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as soon as that option was possible&lt;/span&gt;, and I've been grateful for that migration ever since. Anywayyyyyy, I know this song isn't just about writing versus typing, but those few lines really got my goat. The keyboard riff ain't all that great, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to ease us into the comments, here's Alipete and I exchanging more lyric thoughts (Alipete's text is in pink):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So, I did not do a good job of tracking lyrics this year. I'll try to  think of others, but as of now, this is all I have to offer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire, "Rococo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids&lt;br /&gt;Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids&lt;br /&gt;They will eat right out of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Using great big words that they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I enthusiastically second your "Sprawl II" choice. My favorite lyrics from one of my favorite songs of the year. So, so good. Two from Stars (and agreed on the "We Don't Want Your Body" pick):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dead Hearts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were kids that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;They were kids that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Now they're all dead hearts to you&lt;br /&gt;Now they're all dead hearts to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-- I've tried to figure out what this song means, but in the end, do I really care? The answer is no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How Much More"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I tried&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was brave but I lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-- It looks kind of lame on paper, but the way she sings it makes it fantastic. So probably just listen. Over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Also,  since you played the Katy Perry card, I'd be remiss if I didn't include  this incredible nonsensical rhyming "Family Matters" reference from  that great bard Kanye West on "Dark Fantasy":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The plan was to drink until the pain over&lt;br /&gt;But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air, rolling down the window&lt;br /&gt;Too many Urkels on your team, that’s why your wins low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-- Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like AF’s “Ready to Start”: if the businessman drinks my blood /  like the kids in art school said they would. Kinda weird how Arcade  Fire is going to have my most favorite (Sprawl II) and least favorite  (We Used to Wait). I want to meet Win Butler and ask him to calm down. I  think he needs to take a long weekend – hang out on a beach with Beck  and hope some of his nonsense rubs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When you meet Win Butler, please ask him to do something about his hair.  I enjoy his music so, but he is real hard to look at sometimes. There I  said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YncxYN6Qq4/TVttFYpk51I/AAAAAAAABNQ/CnQHrfg6b4c/s1600/winbut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YncxYN6Qq4/TVttFYpk51I/AAAAAAAABNQ/CnQHrfg6b4c/s400/winbut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574168903084730194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? A buzz cut? He might be too skinny for that. Maybe he could get it styled like the My Chemical Romance guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJX97aJuOss/TVttFACateI/AAAAAAAABNI/8J8Drc-zqRI/s1600/mychemrom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJX97aJuOss/TVttFACateI/AAAAAAAABNI/8J8Drc-zqRI/s400/mychemrom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574168896478033378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No, I do not wish that upon Win Butler. He might be beyond help, honestly. He should just go to a barber and ask for "something normal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5006605946639058759?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5006605946639058759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5006605946639058759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5006605946639058759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5006605946639058759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/02/2010-recap-music-and-lyrics.html' title='2010 Recap - Music And Lyrics'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YncxYN6Qq4/TVttFYpk51I/AAAAAAAABNQ/CnQHrfg6b4c/s72-c/winbut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3756911130541336133</id><published>2011-02-12T17:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:10:16.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>An Idiot Asleep</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamed I met Karl Pilkington out at a bar, where he was playing in a 3-piece band. He played the keyboard. The band claimed one song was the theme to "The Dukes of Hazzard", but it sounded nothing like the Waylon Jennings classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen season one of HBO's "The Ricky Gervais Show", but what's really put Karl on my mind is "An Idiot Abroad", which is currently airing on The Science Channel for some reason. (And, thank God, it's also available on demand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An Idiot Abroad" is the best travel show ever because it's the most honest. We are not all Anthony Bourdain or the Bizzare Foods guy - some of us don't need to see a lion in the wild if it means being exposed to malaria, and some of us don't want to see the Taj Mahal if it means squatting in sub-outhouse quality restrooms. Karl's show doesn't make you feel guilty for your lack of interest or your middling sense of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nGTIs9fvkUA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3756911130541336133?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3756911130541336133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3756911130541336133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3756911130541336133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3756911130541336133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/02/idiot-asleep.html' title='An Idiot Asleep'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nGTIs9fvkUA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-5477462943105341095</id><published>2011-02-01T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:10:07.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Last Week In Texts</title><content type='html'>The following were sent and received Friday, January 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Note - Matt traveled to Egypt last year.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dn: I guess you picked the right time to go to Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;Matt: It seems the seeds I planted are starting to grow.&lt;br /&gt;dn: The seeds of discontent? Or your semen?&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: At Arby's, I just listened to a dad explain to his three children that he is going to jail for a year, and that he wanted this to be a great day to remember while he's away. Touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-5477462943105341095?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5477462943105341095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=5477462943105341095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5477462943105341095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/5477462943105341095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-week-in-texts.html' title='Last Week In Texts'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3737479415428495353</id><published>2011-01-23T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:12:02.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>2010 Recap - Motion Pictures - Non-Prestige Films</title><content type='html'>2010 films not designed to win Oscars, from best to worst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs The World*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie since, uh... Good Will Hunting?... that I saw twice in the theater. I've watched it again on DVD, and listened to two of the feature commentaries. Not only am I not sick of it yet, I still get all tingly watching The Clash At Demonhead scene, the Amp vs Amp battle, and the ending. My favorite movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "I gotta pee on her!... I mean, I gotta pee. Pee time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MacGruber*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't enjoy yourself while watching MacGruber, you're watching movies wrong. The scene where MacGruber explains the origin of his rivalry with Dieter Von Cunth was the hardest I laughed all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "The only record I'm gonna break is the "amount of your own dick in your mouth" record."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth in Revolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good! Just a nice little coming-of-age romp. Excellent use of The Fruit Bats "When U Love Somebody" weaved into the final act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "I do all of my hiking free form. Like John Muir, I enter the wilderness with nothing more than my journal and a child-like sense of wonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Tub Time Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this highly enjoyable, but I will grant that the lowered expectations that accompany DVD viewings may play a factor. If you paid full price to see Crispin Glover lose a hand, you might rank it differently. Or maybe you just have to be a fan of Motley Crue's "Home Sweet Home" to dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "Here's a question. Was it morally wrong for me to exploit my knowledge of the future for personal financial gain? Perhaps. Here's another question. Do I give a fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kick-Ass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a movie Nicolas Cage didn't ruin. Not the best superhero movie, but Hit Girl pushed it to an acceptable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; I guess it was memorable when Hit Girl used the "C" word, but not really because I'd forgotten until I just looked up the IMDB quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for a date movie targeted to parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of dumb? But this movie proves that if you throw at least three heists into an otherwise cliched plot (with a strange romantic angle in there, too), you can still get a passing grade from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; all the ones with those thick Boston accents. They talk different from you and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Him to the Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a comedy that made me smile several times, but no big laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; probably something Nick Kroll said to Diddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner for Schmucks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big Flight of the Conchords fan, but Jemaine Clement was easily the funniest part of this movie. Unfortunately, he's only in a few scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Predators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie definitely featured humans shooting at predators with huge guns (and in the Yakuza's case, stylish but comically useless small guns). In my book, that counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; (bang bang bang bang pew pew bang bang bang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snore. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorable Quote:&lt;/span&gt; the one where Robert Downey Jr said something wry instead of flying around and punching stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Denotes theater viewing. Expectations that come with a full-price, pound-me-in-the-ass ticket prices almost certainly influence the rankings assigned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3737479415428495353?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3737479415428495353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3737479415428495353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3737479415428495353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3737479415428495353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-motion-pictures-non-prestige.html' title='2010 Recap - Motion Pictures - Non-Prestige Films'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-566027924424296249</id><published>2011-01-17T22:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:41:58.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>2010 Recap - Motion Pictures - Prestige Films</title><content type='html'>The Hollywood Foreign Press and I agree that it doesn't make sense to compare heavy dramas to silly comedies, so I've divided my usual review of the year in film into two parts. Today I'll discuss the 2010 "prestige" films I've seen, from best to worst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, it's easy to poke holes in the plot and joke about the dialogue. And sure, hearing your coworkers discuss the ambiguous ending with misguided conviction subtracted from its impact. But when the van was slowly falling backwards toward the river, my attention was undivided and my mouth was agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exit Through The Gift Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest documentary ever? Far more mind-boggling than "Inception".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Grit&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly cast, acted, and directed. Yet somehow #3 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Social Network*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before "Fargo" begins, a note pops up that reads "This is a true story". It's not. The Coen brothers felt that adding that note would make the plot more believable for viewers - everyone could suspend their disbelief and marvel at how the story unfolded. "The Social Network" is a good movie, but it's fiction, and my appreciation of it waned as I learned more about its inaccuracies. Great use of The Beatles in the final scene, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's Bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably overrating this, but it was original and should be rewarded accordingly in my prestigious rankings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Swan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first twenty minutes thinking about how gross ballet can be. The tops of your toes are not meant for that, girls! Yuck. Anyway, this was okay. A bit heavy on the horror side for my liking. When that ballet director made a toast "To Beauty!" I chortled, and resolved to make all my future toasts that pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King's Speech*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, but good in the same respect that last week's PBS special on Ulysses S. Grant was good. After this weekend's pre-Oscar awards, it seems Colin Firth is bound to win Best Actor, which renews the need for separate acting awards - those impersonating real people (especially mentally handicapped people) should compete amongst each other, and those playing fictional characters should be grouped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this movie is so old. Who cares? If you care, &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-summer-recap-netflix.html"&gt;read the two sentences I wrote about it in October&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kids Are All Right*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-leave-her-behind.html"&gt;previously mentioned&lt;/a&gt; how much I hate this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it this way. In "The King's Speech", there isn't a lot of dramatic tension because we know everything will end up fine for the king. But pretending the film could fall into an alternate plane of history, what would be at stake? "Oh no! I hope that Duke of the royal family will manage to get by in life with his speech impediment! Hopefully he'll manage to keep his kids fed and his horses fed and his castle estate well-kept!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Kids Are All Right" has an equal amount of dramatic tension as this skewed version of "The King's Speech". Strip away the "unique" plot aspects - a sperm donor, a lesbian partnership - and what you have is an unlikeable rich white couple with near-adult children who might get divorced. The horror! Stay together, split up - who gives a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Denotes theater viewing. Expectations that come with a full-price, pound-me-in-the-ass ticket prices almost certainly influence the rankings assigned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-566027924424296249?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/566027924424296249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=566027924424296249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/566027924424296249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/566027924424296249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-motion-pictures-prestige.html' title='2010 Recap - Motion Pictures - Prestige Films'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3717776901253517466</id><published>2011-01-12T00:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:08:57.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete list'/><title type='text'>That's Phrasey!</title><content type='html'>Every time I hear the word "Jamaican", I think: "Jamaican me horny!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urine: "Urine luck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3717776901253517466?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3717776901253517466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3717776901253517466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3717776901253517466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3717776901253517466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-phrasey.html' title='That&apos;s Phrasey!'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-6029829871897813617</id><published>2011-01-05T19:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:01:04.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>2010 Recap - Printed Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chuck Klosterman - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eating the Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the essay comparing Nirvana's Kurt Cobain and Branch Davidian David Koresh, even if you could make a solid argument for why it should not exist. All of Klosterman's big ideas may be incorrect (or impossible to prove), but I'll forego accuracy so long as they're fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nick Hornby - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Juliet, Naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of this book delve into interactions on internet message boards for rock bands, assuring us of how lame a modern-day reboot of "High Fidelity" would be. Not an important or groundworking novel, I'm sure, but Hornby is so easy for me to digest I wonder if I'll ever dislike his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fyodor Dostoyevsky - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Brothers Karamozov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this idea. I would ask my friends what their "most important" book was, and I'd read them, and we'd talk about how it affected each of us. Adrienne ruined the whole thing, because sweet lord is Russian literature long and... long. Really long. If I wanted to finish my experiment, I would have needed to renew the library loan roughly a billion times, and taken a week off work. Instead, I decided to shut it down. I'd read one-fourth of the mammoth text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carson McCullers - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this paperback for a song (the title of the song was "One American Dollar") at the semi-annual book sale at the local library. The book reminded me of "Winesburg, Ohio", even though I read that book eight years ago and only remember some scene about a man in a church looking across the street at a woman (?). If I were to describe the theme of each book, it would be: Life's a bitch and then you die. (I am not a professional literary critic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saul Bellow - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Adventures of Augie March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book bought cheap at the book sale. Another book with no discernible story arc. Another abandoned book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max Brooks - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;World War Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing weary of the zombie craze, and I had read a bit of Brook's tedious Zombie Survival Guide, so it took a strong recommendation from friends for me to read this. It is well done -- for one thing, it establishes clear rules of what zombies can (live underwater) and cannot (climb) do -- and hopefully the movie in development will also be well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chuck Klosterman - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fargo Rock City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a few years young for the sweet spot of readership, but old enough to understand and appreciate most of the context. The only bad thing about this heavy metal retrospective is you occasionally get songs like Skid Row's "Remember Yesterday" in your head for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TSUglO-EWHI/AAAAAAAABMk/trJWDKu9HPg/s1600/pilgrim2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TSUglO-EWHI/AAAAAAAABMk/trJWDKu9HPg/s400/pilgrim2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558885139104422002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bryan Lee O'Malley - the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Scott Pilgrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got into comics. Reading this series, I realized that the subject material was never a problem - I just can't enjoy the style of reading comics. Do I read the dialogue first, or look at the drawing? How carefully do I need to look a the drawing? Where do I put my eye next? I looked at the author's blog, and he'd posted examples from his work that show how it can be a confusing process for the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Edgar Wright directs every comic adaptation going forward, I see no reason to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read &lt;/span&gt;this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kazuo Ishiguro - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a good book? Seeing the movie might help me decide. I can't figure out if I knew the novel's "secrets" because of what I'd read in book/film reviews (the NY Times review plainly reveals the "mystery"), or because the secret isn't well-kept. Certainly, readers should avoid the Library of Congress page. God forbid I check to see what year it was written, only to see the spoiler-laden labels the LOC applied to the novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-6029829871897813617?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6029829871897813617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=6029829871897813617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6029829871897813617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6029829871897813617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-printed-words.html' title='2010 Recap - Printed Words'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TSUglO-EWHI/AAAAAAAABMk/trJWDKu9HPg/s72-c/pilgrim2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1973301163419998397</id><published>2011-01-02T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:08:39.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete list'/><title type='text'>Mournful Movie Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/magical-movie-moments.html"&gt;Again&lt;/a&gt;, this list is limited to movie theater experiences, and relationship issues to do not factor into the rankings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hackers&lt;/span&gt; (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless the Child&lt;/span&gt; (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe Dirt&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;These can all be lumped together. Each are awful movies, plus the experience was made worse because I convinced others to spend money on them. "Hackers" was the first time I led a group into a shitty movie ambush - there may have been 8 or 10 of us in total, and I promise you every one of them hated it. I guess I expected something akin to "Sneakers", which I'd seen over and over on VHS. "Sneakers" is still awesome, and while "Hackers" now has a cult following that I pray is ironic, it still sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless the Child" starred Kim Basinger and Jimmy Smits, and somehow that didn't set off red flags. The commercial was kinda spooky and cool, with the little girl actress saying something about the end of the world or -- I don't know, it was a total misfire on my part, and I convinced a friend to tag along, and maybe that's why he doesn't return my calls nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say anything about "Joe Dirt"? I will anyway. I laughed every time the commercial aired, when David Spade put up his fists and said, "Why don't you say it into the microphone?" Sure, we knew Dennis Miller was involved, but this was before everyone was positive he turned crazy. Christopher Walken was billed, but he ended up with a very small part. After my 2 or 3 friends and I got out of the movie, we drove to Applebee's. ("Applebee's Eases The Pain" was the chain's slogan at the time, if memory serves.) I swear to God this happened: our waitress came back with our drink orders and asked why we looked so dazed. Joe Dirt literally put us in a stupor! We explained how bad the movie was, and I told her that I recognized her from not one but TWO places - she sangs sometimes at the church I attended, and I'd just seen her do some musical theater for the Music Listening Lab class I was taking for some art credit requirement. I quoted some of the song she sang in her musical scene, to add super stalker bonus points. As we were driving away, I realized I was responsible for our party's tip, and I hadn't left her anything -- again, Joe Dirt had scrambled our brains -- so I executed an erratic U-turn in the old Honda, ran inside, found her, and apologized and left some money. So yeah, I had a pretty good-sized crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snake Eyes&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;Just after "The Rock" and "Con Air", my friend and I made a ridiculous pact to always watch Nic Cage movies together, so we got together to see this piece of crap. In modern times, it would be obvious that Cage would star in a piece of crap; back then, it was a huge disappointment. One of those suspense movies where you think, "Gee, that guy would be a really obvious villan, surely it will end with some other twist," only it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Thin Red Line&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;This movie came up the other day when Adrienne said she was excited for "Tree of Life", the new Terrence Malick movie to be released soon. I mentioned it was the first and only movie I ever walked out of - let me set the scene. 1998. "Saving Private Ryan" came out earlier in the year, which stoked everyone's interest in war-related films. My girlfriend and I decide to double date with Phil and his girlfriend, and we gentlemen choose this movie. We arrive late to a crowded theater (I told you everyone's interest was stoked!) and sit in the front row. The movie starts. Adrien Brody swims around on an island for a while. The army finally shows up. They walk around on Guadalcanal. Lots of shots of tall grass blowing in the wind. In what passes for an action scene, Woody Harrelson's ass is injured by a grenade. I remember being bored, and uncomfortable because the decision to subject the women to this movie was partially mine. We all look at each other, and decide our time can be better spent elsewhere. As we leave, we hear a girl wishing she was leaving, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't read the book, theater full of little children, popcorn EVERYWHERE, too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Punisher&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care to see this, but my friends wanted to. I sat down in a row with available seats for all of us, but they kept walking up the steps, and sat in a row that only had enough seats for them. It was real bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1973301163419998397?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1973301163419998397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1973301163419998397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1973301163419998397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1973301163419998397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2011/01/mournful-movie-moments.html' title='Mournful Movie Moments'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-3921745325845258073</id><published>2010-12-29T19:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:09:06.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete list'/><title type='text'>Magical Movie Moments</title><content type='html'>I want to see one or two more new flix before I review the year in film, so meanwhile, here are my most memorable theater experiences of all time. DVD, VHS, laserdisc, and filmstrips do not qualify. Also, I did not count movies that were memorable because of girls who sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Work&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;Shawn, Phil and I went to see this at the now defunct Cinema's West theater in Wichita, home from college for the summer. The hardest I have ever laughed in a theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 40-Year-Old Virgin&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;The second hardest I've ever laughed in a theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's Something About Mary&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;I got sneak preview tickets, for a reason or skill I can no longer recall. I went with my pal Julie, who thankfully could appreciate jokes about kids named Mongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rushmore &lt;/span&gt;(1998)&lt;br /&gt;As a surprise gift, I given the new Sheryl Crow cassette, and was driven two towns over to the closest theater showing Rushmore. I still like both of those things, but one much more than the other. A few weeks later, we watched it again with my friend Chris, who said, "I'm pretty sure that used the word 'handjob' more than any movie I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoolander &lt;/span&gt;(2001)&lt;br /&gt;This the first movie I saw with Jeff, who is probably the best person to watch a comedy with, because he'll laugh loudly at almost any decent joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Time to Kill&lt;/span&gt; (1996)&lt;br /&gt;After returning home from this movie, I told my mom that it was "probably the best movie I've ever seen". To my dismay, she brings this up a lot. (Not to be mean, just because she's got a good memory, and sometimes assumes things I said twenty years ago still apply to my current preferences. I know you're reading this, Mom! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;sweet potatoes now! Get over it!) Anyway, it was 1996. I had not lived a lot of life by then, or seen a lot of great dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The People vs Larry Flynt&lt;/span&gt; (1996)&lt;br /&gt;Memorable only because Nathan asked the box office attendant for "Two tickets to the porn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/span&gt;(2008)&lt;br /&gt;The most anticipated movie of my lifetime, I think. Action from start to finish. Seeing it in a sold-out IMAX theater took it up a notch. Plus, I'm always proud when I make it through a long movie without the nagging urge to urinate. That's always the cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Dusk Til Dawn&lt;/span&gt; (1996)&lt;br /&gt;My high school friends and I got in the car to head home, and someone said, "Ha! They were all vampires!" and we all started giggling, and we laughed and laughed about how crazy and stupid it was. I went to see it again the following night, and then a third time the night after that. So dumb. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt; (1994)&lt;br /&gt;I think we headed over to the east side of town to see this after a half-day of high school. We got there a few minutes into the movie, but that was corrected easily enough by seeing it again after a few days. Surely the first movie I saw where the soundtrack and action and dialogue all came together in such a cool way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-3921745325845258073?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3921745325845258073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=3921745325845258073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3921745325845258073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/3921745325845258073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/magical-movie-moments.html' title='Magical Movie Moments'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-6312897369530242880</id><published>2010-12-19T20:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:57:05.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alipete'/><title type='text'>2010 Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CDs are being mailed this week. Should you have any doubt that you will receive one, please leave a message in the comments or text me your address.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the songs I enjoyed most this year. This playlist conveniently fits on an 80-minute CD, and more thought than you would expect has gone into their order. &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/search/label/soundtrack"&gt;It's a tradition&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Broken Bells - "The Mall &amp;amp; Misery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Portlander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-awesome-show-bad-job.html"&gt;mentioned&lt;/a&gt; that I prefer James Mercer's output with The Shins, but this album had its moments. I mistakenly burned the final track to the beginning of a CD, and it took me a while to figure out why the first song I'd hear in my car sounded so much like the last song I'd hear at work via the mp3 album. Good story, right? Anyway, that's why Broken Bells bats leadoff in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Menomena - "Taos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Portlanders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite song of 2010. At the very least, it's my favorite song to play LOUD. I was pleased to see these gentlemen perform at The Bottleneck -- Nick and I walked in and took a seat just as they took the stage. The joy of seeing a great Tuesday night performance without sitting through two opening bands cannot be overstated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. The xx - "VCR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Brits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been intentionally avoiding this band, partly due to their name, partly because I knew it was a minimalist boy/girl thingamajig. Then one day, I watched a video of a Shiba Inu dog slowly falling asleep as this song played, and the boycott was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. The Stone Roses - "Bye Bye Badman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Brits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Shaun of the Dead", when our heroes are rummaging through Shaun's record collection to separate the keepers from the projectile weapons, they keep both The Stone Roses' self-titled debut and their largely dismissed follow-up. "I liked it!" Shaun says. I always understood the reference, though I'd never heard either full album. This song comes from their acclaimed debut, and is about halfway between Echo &amp;amp; The Bunnymen and Oasis in both timeline and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Y Control"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;New Yorkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;6. Spoon - "The Mystery Zone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Portlander, Austinites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first song I noticed playing at Henry's after I &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-friday-night.html"&gt;proposed&lt;/a&gt; to my girlfriend in a bar, while I ordered two more vanilla vodka and Coke's. It sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;715 Restaurant played Spoon's "Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga" from start to finish as we enjoyed our pre-engagement dinner, and "Transference" was in my car as we drove home that night, fielding calls and texts from well-wishers. Picture yourself / set up for good in a whole other life / In the mystery zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. Sleigh Bells - "Rill Rill"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;New Yorkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always hard to gauge the latest big thing to emerge from Brooklyn, and harder still when said Next Big Thing intentionally compresses and distorts its music. While some of their songs are literally difficult to endure (i.e. "Crown on the Ground"), "Rill Rill" is a pleasure throughout, similar to Broken Social Scene's "Anthems for a 17-Year-Old Girl" in both tone and what-the-fuck-are-they-singing-aboutness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8. The Talking Heads - "I'm Not in Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;New Yorkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising and disturbing that 31 years passed before I became aware of this very good song by this famous band. Up yours, classic rock radio stations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Camera Obscura - "French Navy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Scots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, the song I heard most frequently during the year, due to its placement on several mix CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10. Built to Spill - "The Weather"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Boiseans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/06/oregonian.html"&gt;ate at the Built to Grill food truck&lt;/a&gt;, but it had nothing to do with this very nice song that I discovered when some lady put it in a weather-related blog post. I am trying to convince Alipete to use it in her wedding, should she choose to be married someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;11. Elvis Costello - "You Belong to Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Brit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having some of Costello's old stuff remain unknown to me. It's like a bookshelf I can occassionally visit when I need to find something decent to read for an upcoming flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;12. We Were Promised Jetpacks - "Roll Up Your Sleeves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Scots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time choosing which song to include from "These Four Walls", the album I listened to most frequently this year. This band is Scottish, isn't afraid to rock, and repeats a lot of their lyrics. So, I chose the very representative "Roll Up Your Sleeves". It features a Scottish pronunciation of "Queue", an aggressive guitar riff, and the words "Stay calm" repeated nine consecutive times before "Keep warm" is repeated twice. As far as repeated phrases go, you could do much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;13. Beck - "Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye" (Leonard Cohen cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Californian/Space Alien (Cohen is Canadian.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked this up after reading an interview with A.C. Newman of The New Pornographers: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/features/guest-lists/7807-the-new-pornographers/"&gt;"I always remember being 22 and going through a terrible breakup when I was completely despairing, and I remember hearing that song and I kind of turned on a dime. Somehow, that song seemed too wise. I thought, "Yeah, it's true. That is no way to say goodbye." I just remember I went from being completely in despair to like, "Yeah, this is no big deal. Let's put it in perspective." Just based on that, it has to win as my all time favorite song."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I like this Beck version best of those I found, despite its poor audio quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The New Pornographers - "We End Up Together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Canadians, mostly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songwriter A.C. Newman explains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/staff-blog/blogs/rsstaffblogpost_2009/39968/39910"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/staff-blog/blogs/rsstaffblogpost_2009/39968/39910"&gt;"One of the upstairs bathrooms at Seaside Lounge is a closet-sized little thing, and on the inside of the door is written the graffiti: "We End Up Togther." You read this many times before you realize that there is a missing "e" in "together." It struck me as a really great line, and as far as I knew it hadn't been used in a song yet. I just went from there. When I started laying down the vocals for this song, the guys who worked at the studio slowly began to notice something familiar about that line. They would usually figure it out upon returning from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the line doesn't show up until the very end, it is still the subtext that pushes along all of the other lyrics. It's a song about all of the times in the past that I had met my wife, or been in the same room as my wife, and had been completely unaware that, well, we end up together."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's a nice sentiment, but both Alipete and I have been unsuccessful trying to twist the lyrics to fall in with his claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;15. Telekinesis - "Tokyo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Seattleite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome song. Until it's in your head for a few consecutive days. Then try to take a break, listen to some vintage Metallica or something. You'll get past it, and the song will sound great again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Clash - "Koka Kola"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Brits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a huge band but you only hear the same four songs of theirs on the radio. All the shitty lists that populate the internet, yet it took me until this year to find one list that recommended this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;17. Plumtree - "Scott Pilgrim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Canadians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song inspired the comic, and therefore the film. I experienced both in 2010, ten years after this band ceased to exist. Too bad - 2010 could use a fun girl band like this. One that murdered K$sha, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;18. Gillian Welch - "Black Star" (live Radiohead cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nashvillian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - the metadata claims this was recorded live in Minneapolis on September 24, 2004. The original version was background music for making out in high school. I suppose if I bothered to interpret the lyrics to this song or that album, those sessions would have been more morose. EVEN MORESO. To date, I have not made out to this cover version, and do not plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;19. Nirvana - "Paper Cuts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Seattleites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned ahead, and passed most of my time during the '09 Christmastime snowstorm with my Playstation. When I finally ventured out of my mom's house to meet other beer drinkers downtown, my new present -- the deluxe remaster of "Bleach" -- played in the car stereo. "Paper Cuts" was a perfect soundtrack for the dark, snowy, foreboding Wichita streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;20. The Futureheads - "Struck Dumb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Brits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-6312897369530242880?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6312897369530242880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=6312897369530242880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6312897369530242880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/6312897369530242880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-soundtrack.html' title='2010 Soundtrack'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2428759379806903618</id><published>2010-12-15T20:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:43:49.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>House Of Cards Update</title><content type='html'>You'd be surprised how quickly certain people lose interest in two or three solidly built floors of a structure made of old business cards. "When are you going to put another level on top?" they say, as if they've ever done anything with their own old business cards / current lives. Then you GO TO WORK to SHUT THEM UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TQl7AoIhznI/AAAAAAAABMU/MOihhZcEtX0/s1600/house%2Bof%2Bcards%2Bfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TQl7AoIhznI/AAAAAAAABMU/MOihhZcEtX0/s400/house%2Bof%2Bcards%2Bfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551103266414251634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby has held steady for over a week now. Except some still say, "When are you going to finish it?", not realizing this thing is finished, because they don't understand architectural engineering like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  *  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the most famous friend of a friend of a friend I've ever shared a brunch table with (and said six words to &lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2005/04/chicago-conference-recap.html"&gt;once in Chicago&lt;/a&gt;) was &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.com/video/conan.jsp?oid=237673&amp;amp;eref=sharethisUrl"&gt;on Conan the other night&lt;/a&gt;. The Conan website pointed me to this audition stunt he did to get his "Yogi Bear" role:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnOHz1U6xNs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnOHz1U6xNs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2428759379806903618?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2428759379806903618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2428759379806903618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2428759379806903618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2428759379806903618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/house-of-cards-update.html' title='House Of Cards Update'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TQl7AoIhznI/AAAAAAAABMU/MOihhZcEtX0/s72-c/house%2Bof%2Bcards%2Bfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-7415674676435307321</id><published>2010-12-08T20:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:51:46.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Wheel Watcher</title><content type='html'>If you want to see my friend Charles on television, tune in tomorrow, December 9, to the game show featuring hangman, a giant disc, and a useless old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions about his episode or the show in general, leave them in the comments and I will try to get him properly interviewed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-7415674676435307321?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7415674676435307321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=7415674676435307321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7415674676435307321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/7415674676435307321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/wheel-watcher.html' title='Wheel Watcher'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2300373955939619462</id><published>2010-12-05T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:40:13.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock press photos'/><title type='text'>2010 Recap - Bad Indie Rock Press Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2008/06/judging-beat-by-its-cover.html"&gt;It's become a tradition&lt;/a&gt; for me to gather the terrible images that indie rock bands chose to promote themselves with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mickey Mickey Rourke (via Musicforants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxYIwSUcI/AAAAAAAABMM/J4yQcYz2QaU/s1600/mickey%2Bmickey%2Brourke%2Bmfkwcrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxYIwSUcI/AAAAAAAABMM/J4yQcYz2QaU/s400/mickey%2Bmickey%2Brourke%2Bmfkwcrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547433500494418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We will rock you. 'We' meaning me and this purple polyester blanket, and 'rock' meaning 'haunt'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha (via I Guess I'm Floating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxX_hAyxI/AAAAAAAABME/EZ2ZaTStkEw/s1600/martha%2Bigif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxX_hAyxI/AAAAAAAABME/EZ2ZaTStkEw/s400/martha%2Bigif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547433498014436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Holy shit, Hansel, haven't you been smoking Peyote for six straight days, and couldn't some of this maybe be in your head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Magic Kids (via I Guess I'm Floating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxXnWdrkI/AAAAAAAABL8/exPPLTbhPVM/s1600/magic%2Bkids%2Bigif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxXnWdrkI/AAAAAAAABL8/exPPLTbhPVM/s400/magic%2Bkids%2Bigif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547433491527740994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If you spent all your money on colored chalk, saxophones, and skateboards, you'd be dressed in tatters, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Club 8 (via Musicforants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxXVGgCTI/AAAAAAAABL0/5-ruo6XAK4o/s1600/club%2B8%2Bmfcwcrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxXVGgCTI/AAAAAAAABL0/5-ruo6XAK4o/s400/club%2B8%2Bmfcwcrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547433486628948274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Bongos here is like, Meg. And I'm Jack, 'cause I shred this guitar. Once we get out of this Sears portrait studio, we'll show you what our sound is all about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brite Futures (via Indiemuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxXC_KycI/AAAAAAAABLs/woSQffHJT1g/s1600/Brite%2BFutures%2Bindiemuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxXC_KycI/AAAAAAAABLs/woSQffHJT1g/s400/Brite%2BFutures%2Bindiemuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547433481766357442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I look like the best friend from "Boy Meets World". And also, a kitty cat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2300373955939619462?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2300373955939619462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2300373955939619462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2300373955939619462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2300373955939619462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-recap-bad-indie-rock-press-photos.html' title='2010 Recap - Bad Indie Rock Press Photos'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPxxYIwSUcI/AAAAAAAABMM/J4yQcYz2QaU/s72-c/mickey%2Bmickey%2Brourke%2Bmfkwcrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1679590129324453105</id><published>2010-12-01T01:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T01:40:39.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports and leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Giant Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we would head over to my grandparent's place on Sundays. We'd usually hang out in the basement with everyone, the cousins playing Nintendo while the adults watched a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my grandma cheered, "Go! Go! Go!" at a New York Giant trying to break free for a long run. I informed her that she was looking at a replay of the previous down, but she didn't mind. Her sentiment remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/11/sports/football/11sportsbriefs-meggett.html"&gt;On November 10, that New York Giant was sentenced to 30 years in prison for criminal sexual conduct.&lt;/a&gt; And burglary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Dave Meggett. I'm sure Grandma would take it back if she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPX714B06nI/AAAAAAAABLk/bFldOTYTqr0/s1600/meggett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPX714B06nI/AAAAAAAABLk/bFldOTYTqr0/s400/meggett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545615419168320114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-1679590129324453105?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1679590129324453105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=1679590129324453105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1679590129324453105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/1679590129324453105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/12/giant-mistakes.html' title='Giant Mistakes'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TPX714B06nI/AAAAAAAABLk/bFldOTYTqr0/s72-c/meggett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2487638030907282343</id><published>2010-11-28T23:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:14:30.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday embarrassments'/><title type='text'>Holiday Embarrassments 2010</title><content type='html'>Did your aunt heap praise on "Sarah Palin's Alaska"? Did you see a Goldline pamphlet next to your father's recliner? Did New England running back Benjarvus Green-Ellis' name and/or race inspire lamentable comments from Gramps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicate your "favorite" holiday moments in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2487638030907282343?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2487638030907282343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2487638030907282343&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2487638030907282343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2487638030907282343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-embarrassments-2010.html' title='Holiday Embarrassments 2010'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-2738490170104880959</id><published>2010-11-21T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:07:03.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Card Me</title><content type='html'>I don't know anyone who has ever run out of their initial supply of business cards. I assume it takes a special kind of douche to force them upon strangers so frequently that you'd need to reload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One inconsequential line of my signature block changed a few weeks ago, so new business cards were printed for everyone in the area. I looked at the box of my old cards, and considered the staggering amount of similar paper waste that goes on every day in businesses across the globe, and I wondered how these old cards could be meaningfully re-purposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TOmDIGKCeRI/AAAAAAAABLU/viiakoba60Y/s1600/cards1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TOmDIGKCeRI/AAAAAAAABLU/viiakoba60Y/s400/cards1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542104991571015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a youth, I'd build multi-story complexes from playing cards, and then shoot rubber bands at them until they crumbled. (It's hard to say why I chose to do this; either we didn't have Nintendo yet, or my sibling was playing a marathon &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dragon Warrior&lt;/span&gt; session.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew just one well-placed rubber band would collapse this structure, so I instead chose to see how long it would survive on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, a young woman walked into the cube and intentionally fanned her notebook toward the pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TOmDJ_fie2I/AAAAAAAABLc/LZXYyaWFKWI/s1600/cards2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TOmDJ_fie2I/AAAAAAAABLc/LZXYyaWFKWI/s400/cards2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542105024141884258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: "I didn't think it would fall down!"&lt;br /&gt;ME:  "It's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CARDS&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;HER: "I thought you taped them together."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-2738490170104880959?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2738490170104880959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=2738490170104880959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2738490170104880959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/2738490170104880959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/11/card-me.html' title='Card Me'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/TOmDIGKCeRI/AAAAAAAABLU/viiakoba60Y/s72-c/cards1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-8830057578530419916</id><published>2010-11-16T19:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:38:32.539-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><title type='text'>Orange You Glad I Didn't Say Banana</title><content type='html'>Today someone cleaned their cubicle with a Corporate Express (Staples) aerosol cleaning spray. It initally smelled like oranges, and gradually the olfactory cloud spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is: it literally smelled like vomit at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  *  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse guy in the adjacent bathroom stall: sighing loudly, or talking on his phone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345049-8830057578530419916?l=tornadoslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/feeds/8830057578530419916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8345049&amp;postID=8830057578530419916&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8830057578530419916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345049/posts/default/8830057578530419916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tornadoslide.blogspot.com/2010/11/orange-you-glad-i-didnt-say-banana.html' title='Orange You Glad I Didn&apos;t Say Banana'/><author><name>dn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641138198959462389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7T1cHGbHp8/SsvdvHY3DgI/AAAAAAAAA74/WOy7n2Q6cR8/S220/me+float+outfit+crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345049.post-1347494009570241350</id><published>2010-11-09T23:35:00.004-06:00<
