Well, it’s that time of year again. With only one week until the big day, Christmas Music is once again taking over the airwaves. And, once again, I got to hear the same joyous chestnut twice today. Did you know it’s Christmas time? I was only moderately aware that it was until the song came on and reminded me. Twice.
It reminded me of a time 5 years plus a week ago when the same thing happened.
What the fuck did I just watch? Why did I watch all of it? What is wrong with me? Seriously. There’s something not firing right in my brain. I watched the whole thing. I’m reasonably sure that watching the entirety of this movie qualifies me as a self-mutilator now, and that I may need to be put on some kind of self-harm watch list.
I mean, sure, it’s a Canadian made, Direct-to-Video, Superhero movie. I went in knowing it would be bad… maybe even awful. But I had no idea it’d be like this. Never like this.
So, another half-season of The Walking Dead has come and gone. The season 4 premiere aired on AMC 8 Sundays ago to the largest audience for any cable TV show ever. I was one of the millions tuned in, and honestly, despite being thoroughly disappointed in the Season 3 Finale, I have to say I really enjoyed it. My excitement held up, for the most part, throughout the 8 episodes. Only one episode could really be called “bad”, and that was a necessary evil.
Obviously, if you continue on to read this, it’s going to be full of both flavours of spoiler, comic & TV. Don’t read any further unless you’re caught up, or give no fucks.