leave your inhibitions at the door
I am sooooo pumped for this weekend’s season premier of The Walking Dead on AMC.
Last year, in my essay on a real-life vampire in our midst, I mentioned how I came around late to the show. But I instantly became a rabid fan. My niece Sh!tshow also got into it, besting my feat of watching the first two seasons in six days. Every Sunday she’d come over for Dinner and The Dead, though it was mostly about The Dead. I only tried to make an actual TWD-themed dinner once.
For some reason, I didn’t have much of an appetite that night.
Most of the time we’d watch the previous week’s episode again and then hunker down for the new one. Afterwards we’d sit around and watch “The Talking Dead,” a post-show talker about that episode. Then in the the morning I’d read a few discussion boards on it. Yeah, I’m that addicted.
To really get in the spirit, we’re thinking about going to a haunted house this weekend. I haven’t been to one since a couple years B.P. – Before Pieholes – and I miss them. We tried to go to one three years ago, but they got spooked before we even got through the front door. Two of them said they’re ready now, but I have a sinking feeling we’re going to look like this –
Ummm…yeah… maybe I won’t go. It’s not because of the haunted house. I just have a bigger fear they’ll have one of those cameras where we’re going.
In case we don’t go, I’ll listen to this song a few dozen times before Sunday. It’s from indie-fave and Michigan native Sufjan Stevens, whose Illinois album was packed with absolute genius songs. It’s definitely worth picking up.
Are you a fan of The Walking Dead? Whatcha got going this weekend?