I am so out of it I sat for twenty minutes staring at the screen trying to decide whether I wanted to play the Sims or just go back to bed. That was after looking out the window for ten minutes trying to decide whether I should shovel now or wait for it to stop. I don't even want to mention my random thoughts about making dinner early to leave for G.D. (going to Lovely Rachel's birthday party) NOW, or having a bath, or just going back to bed, or eating cookies.

this is the worst post ever.

The recent episode of W.D. young blonde skinny girl wants a drink of alcohol, her first. Now, let me just point out that if I were a young skinny blonde girl in the zombie apocalypse left on my own with the Alpha male, a smoking hot, and yes just my type of broken anti-hero, I would have long since found some hooch and shared it with him. No question.

I'm kidding. Actually, the episode was a profound one and I was pleased with the fact that the writers didn't take the easy road with it at all. I actually loved the cinematography and artful use of frame. Believe it or not, there is an incredibly beautiful shot of Daryl skinning a snake. But what really got me was how much the shot of Beth sitting at the bar in the golf resort reminded me of the composition of an old Dutch painting. I'm serious. It may seem that this is just another adrenalin pumping, red neck buffet, but this show has art students working on it. BE WARNED.


For me, the one quest that would inspire me to head out on my own, to certain bloody death, would be the search for a decent cup of coffee.