I soon am going to be walking the walk of the walkers.
Okay, not really but I am planning an evening of binge watching this season’s Walking Dead episodes. I originally was going to wait for Thanksgiving but was warned by the wife today that we would be busier than I anticipated on Thursday.
I love the series but somehow have yet to watch a show this season. They have been building up on my DVR just waiting until it was time to break out. I have caught up on all the current shows I watch except the Walking Dead.
This season I have watched all my super-hero shows and there are a bunch now. I am current on Flash, The Arrow, Gotham and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. The latest Supernatural has been played on my TV. The most recent Shark Tank and Bar Rescue are no longer among the recordings I need to watch. I have even watched all the new episodes of Ben 10 (yes I am a forty year old man who loves a cartoon about a kid who can change into aliens to save the universe from other aliens, deal with it!)
During all this watching of my favorite shows the Walking Dead remained there on my DVR just waiting. For whatever reason something else always seemed to get in the way when I decided to start watching. In all this time I have managed to bypass any spoilers of the show, even I can’t believe this has been possible. I have willfully ignored all blog posts related to the show and immediately turned away or closed out any news of the show’s happenings this season.
I am about to get started catching up so please, no spoilers in the comments. I will know it all soon. I plan to find out who gets killed, who falls into like with another, who gets zombiefied, how many times Rick flips between crazy and not crazy, how many heads Michonne can chop off before needing to re-sharpen her sword and so on.
Has anybody else wondered how long the Zombies could continuously be a problem? I know there are billions of people on the planet but there seem to be quite a few survivors as well. How many thousands of Zombies have Rick and his group already taken out? If every group of survivors is doing this wouldn’t the Zombie population eventually start becoming an endangered species? It’s not like they can reproduce right?
Anyway back to my TV time. Zombies on the screen, peanuts in my hand and a beer on the table. I’m all set for an evening of binging!
The long journey ended here. Just beyond the last row of trees was a new world waiting to be discovered. He could smell the freedom.
No longer would he be living in his parent’s shadow. No longer would he need to deal with the bullies and neighborhood crazies. He made the last few steps into his future and what he found was amazing.
The trees ended and the land turned to stone. He gingerly stepped out onto the new ground unlike any he had ever seen. It was warm under his feet and he knew he had made it. From now on his life would have meaning.
That thought echoed in his head as he continued across this foreign land. He was nearing the end when an inhabitant made its presence known. It was coming fast and the closer it came, the bigger it seemed. He waited with anticipation hoping to make a good impression.
It was still coming and coming fast. It was huge, smelled bad and made horrible noise. What sort of creature inhabited this place? Was it wise to have left the world he knew behind? No, he couldn’t think that way. This was his destiny!
Inside the car a little girl screamed.
“Sweetie, what is it?” dad asked.
“I think you ran over a rabbit daddy. Can we go back and check on him?” his daughter answered.
“Sweetie, the rabbit hopped away just in time. He’s fine.” he told her thinking to himself why did she have to be looking out the window.
“Of course. I wouldn’t lie honey.” dad answered trying to be as convincing as he could.
This post was written for the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt and inspired by the photo above.
I noticed something today while watching TV. During the commercials I witnessed a mom with a vacuum smiling as she cleaned up the mess her kids had made. Do they think we believe this?
Every other commercial is a parent smiling as they wipe up the mess left behind by kids or pets with some great brand of paper towels or the newest Swiffer product. I’m sorry but when I was little and made a mess there were not many smiles I remember. No it was usually something of a different sort.
My dad would come home from work expecting a clean house. If the floors were not swept and vacuumed or the tables were full of odds and ends that needed to be put away we heard about it. We as in the kids. It was expected for us to have spent the afternoons after school doing our homework and cleaning the house before even thinking of playing.
I’m not saying my parents were like prison wardens or anything, there was just certain things that was the norm for us. My dad worked almost everyday and my mom too along with making dinner and keeping up the family. Our jobs were to be kids, but also do our part to keep things flowing smoothly. Messes were expected, but cleaning them was up to us.
If we spilled our drink WE needed to grab the towels to wipe it up. If we took too long or started arguing about it mom may grab the towel herself, but believe me there was not a smile. Coming in muddy from outside and leaving a trail through the house was not cute, it was another mess that needed to be cleaned. A food fight was not a funny tidbit to tell others about, instead it was more of a capital offense punishable by any means necessary.
I heard the phrase “Clean it up, NOW!” quite a few times and still don’t recall any smiling faces. If there was a debate on who should clean or who made the mess between me and the siblings it just made it that much worse. Even as an adult I don’t think I smile while I am cleaning the house. If I reorganize something and like the new look I may smile then.
I just think if the product makers want the commercials to be more realistic they should have the parents screaming while the kids whimper, argue and scrub the floor. I guess that wouldn’t be good for the product’s reputation but it would be more accurate. What’s your thoughts? Maybe I’m just having a weird day and reading too much into things.
Hope you are enjoying my comic Love, Laugh…LOOK OUT as much as I am. Today’s comic is all about being a man…or not! Stay tuned on Saturday mornings for my next installment.
I have a potato chip addiction
Doesn’t matter what the day
Right now I want Doritos
Tomorrow it might be Lays
I can eat them on a sandwich
Or mix them in ice cream
But straight out of the bag
Is just like a perfect dream
Coming home from work
I always stop by the store
I’ll get everything I need
Then load up on chips galore
Forget about the candy
Don’t give me sweets or nuts
I want a bag of chips
Then maybe you’ll see me strut
The day is going badly
And I know I’ve hit a snag
When I reach for a chip
And find an empty bag
I need to resupply
But I hate having to shop
I am just so addicted
I don’t think I can stop
My doc called me today
Said we need to chat
I know he wants to tell me
Chips will make me fat
I told him I couldn’t make it
That I didn’t have the cash
Paying for an office visit
Might limit my chips stash
I wish the bag of chips
When emptied would restore
So I didn’t need to search
For leftovers on the floor.
Okay maybe the last line was too much, but hey I told you I was an addict!
“What happened to Middleham? That used to be the place to go for the latest, best car gear and upgrades.” Pete asked. He hadn’t been back to town in a few years now and was jut discovering how much things had changed.
“Old man Middleham lost it. He watched the second Back to the Future movie and decided to start investing everything into flying cars and parts for them. He went under and the place shut down. I think he’s actually living in there now but no one’s seen him for weeks.” Larry told him.
“Weird. So what happened to that killer Mustang he drove?”
“As far as I know he still has it.” Larry answered then turned to see what the disturbance behind them was.
The doors to the shop opened and out drove old man Middleham and his prize Mustang. The top was down and the chrome was shining while Middleham sat in the seat smiling.
“Mr. Middleham, where you been?” Larry asked “The car is lookin good”
“Oh I was away getting my pilots license. You may want to step back a bit.” He replied then attached goggles over his eyes. “Away we go!” he stated as the car started making a strange sound. Seconds later the tires had turned inward and the car began to hover. Old man Middleham hit the horn then screamed as the car took off into the sky.
Written for Friday Fictioneers and inspired by the photo above.
A little while back I introduced anyone willing to read my post here to my newest animal addition to the family. Gypsy Rose was our new kitten that made it’s way back from our vacation in Texas into our hearts and home. She quickly made herself a part of the family and had no trouble making herself known to the other four legged friends that share the house with us.
She has since been almost constantly in trouble or in the role of instigator when the other animals are around. She will attack you during your walk from the bedroom to bathroom, dig any paper in the trash out to play with as her toy, knock things off the shelf just to get your attention then lay in front of you purring and looking so cute you just can’t help but pet her.
She has made enemies with one of our dogs and the two of them are always at each other. Neither of them ever gets hurt but there are some evil looks passed about. It had been a few years since we had a kitten and I had almost forgot how much chaos a single animal could create.
Today I was at work when someone opened the door to my office, a breeze came through the open doorway lifting a few papers off my desk and hitting the floor. My very first reaction upon realizing my papers were on the floor…
“That darn cat! What’s it knocked over now.”
It took me a few seconds to realize I was at work and there are no kittens there. I’m thinking maybe the animals are too involved in my life? Or maybe I just like to blame her for every thing that happens now because I know she creates most of them?
I wonder what my co-worker would have said if I screamed at him “Gypsy, get off that and stay out of the trash! You’re starting to piss me off! Go lay down on the sofa and I’ll be there to pet you in a minute.”
I might do that tomorrow just to see what the reaction is. Then again maybe not. I need my job and for my co-workers not to know how crazy I am.
So this is going to be a very strange Holiday season for me and my family. Last year was the roughest I can remember and ended the first part of this year with the passing of my dad. Until then the family had spent every Thanksgiving and every Christmas morning I can remember as a loving bunch.
The holidays are always filled with a lot of laughter, a bunch of good hearted ribbing of one another and tons of great food. As much as I am looking forward to this holiday and being able to share it with loved ones the fact my dad is no longer here makes me wonder and worry about the coming months.
How can we celebrate in the absence of dad? How can we laugh, give gifts and joke without him being a part? How can we enjoy the great meal and all the desserts when he is not there to share it with us?
Then at the same time how can we not? How can we not celebrate for our mom and show her how much she means to us? How can we not enjoy being together and talking about how great a man he was and how much we loved him? How can we not just enjoy the holidays knowing he is no longer in pain, no longer asking for help and no longer afraid?
The last few weeks seeing him get better then worse and do it over again was just too much to take, yet we all came together as a family becoming even closer than ever. We need this holiday season to share, to love and to enjoy one another’s company. I am so looking forward to the great Thanksgiving meal and sharing Christmas gifts with each other and at the same time I dread it.
As much happiness and joy the season brings this one is also going to bring sadness and realization of the events of the past year. I am not so sure I am ready to handle it. I am weirdly awaiting the Holidays with anticipation and a bit of trepidation.