CletusMusashi

This is going to be a dangerous post, because it's going to look like I'm endorsing things that I actually don't. But here we go anyway: With all the creative abuse and exploitation that Gareth and Company have mastered, shouldn't they know by now what happens if you eat tainted meat? I mean, if you have huge amounts of human flesh cooked up, and you have boxcars full of "enemies" that you want to do horrible things to, it just seems that someone like Gareth would naturally end up using somebody as a guinea pig. I'm not saying they should be capturing people and experimenting on them, any more than I think they should be eating them one leg at a time. I'm just saying that if somebody is doing one, then not doing the other seems more like a strange mental oversight than like an actual moral decision.

The city was burned, they'd never met most of its inhabitants, and had absolutely no way of knowing how many bad guys from Terminus were out there. They talked him out of it because nobody was politely coming to the door and standing there saying "Hi, we'e the bad guys who you should be killing." Hell, they didn't even have a door.

The Good: Carl, hatless and not speaking. Sasha: making the most of a bad script. Glenn: Stepping up as a voice of reason. Worth noting: he was directing his work a lot harder against Rick than against Abe, because he knows that when Rick is using the Batman voice he is not all there mentally. The Bad: Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of Bob. And his "acting." Watching a brand new priest character who I have no attachment to break down and cry over a backstory that could have been written by an eight year old. Having to try to figure out why an enormous bite wound on the shoulder did not bleed noticeably. Abraham losing weight this season, so he's not even funny any more. The Ugly: Rick stretching out his torture of his enemies, just as the Termites originally did. He who fights monsters, blah blah blah we get it already. But the problem is, Rick isn't a lone antihero. He's the Ricktator, and he gets pretty upset about people opting not to follow him, so... shouldn't he drop the weiner-wagging and just shoot to win the fight already? Rick as Leader: You know why you're still alive? I didn't want to waste a bullet. Besides the one I shot you with... I'M BATMAN! Anyone else as Leader: BANG! Headshot! Next? I mean, this wasn't a scenerio like the Nuremburg trials, where you have to give the bad guys a visible trial so the other countries know you're in the right. This was war, between people who knew perfectly who was on which side. The Even Uglier: This was a dark, hard to see episode. You want realism? Fine. Do some scenes of neighborhoods that haven't been mowed in a few years. Until then, shut up, do your job, and film some decent, visible scenes. And the Ugliest: Even more Bob. Tainted schmainted. The reason the Termites were all puking is that there is only so Bob a person can be expected to stomach.

I wouldn't mess with a Great lakes island. First of all, they'd already be full of rich boating club members, who may or may not have become zombies, but either way are not going to peacefully welcome you into their haven. Secondly, those lakes freeze. One reason that state-to-state population counts of wolves vary so much during the winter is that they cut right across lake corners wandering from one state into another. And Zs don't even have any self-preservation. So if the only barrier is occasional patches of thin ice, every Z that falls through and is hanging onto the thicker stuff ahead provides a stepping stone for the next one behind it. The lakes would be colder during the winter than they are now, too. I think a lot of global warming "science" is bullshit, but as far as the Great Lakes go.. of course they'd be colder. There's no more electrical plants using them as a coolant system. Now, granted, a huge sea of ice isn't that hard to defend. You could spot the zeds a mile away, move in closer,and kill them with slingshots loaded with icicles. But during the summer, you've got a whole 'nother problem in most of the Great lakes region. Zombienados.

This one is even further from the thread's original intent. Yet, I feel it belongs here.

Well, actually, none of the people mentioned above actually did suffer from infected wounds. I remember back on TWOP there was discussion of things the virus does besides turn you into a zombie. You know, things like preventing body hair growth on women. One of them was: suppression of other diseases. It makes sense. The only time we've seen people actually suffering from disease, it was a new disease! Really deadly strains of flu tend to die out quickly, because there's only so much mileage you can expect to get out your host population before both they and you are extinct. However, the old flu strains, which were quite well adapted to using us as a sustainable resource, are not Z-resiliant. The drowning-in-blood flu was Z-resiliant, which is why it was the one that moved into the newly vacant ecological niche.

'Tis an interesting hypothesis. Why not Zoidberg?

Anachronistic songs are one thing. Anachronistic songs that mention Jim Morisson is just too much to think about. Even Xena never went that far. Anyway, I'm tired of Elsa hogging so many of the musical numbers. When are Dandy and Twisty going to do "Puttin' on the Ritz?"

He might simply take pride in remembering everyone's name, to show what a hands on manager he is. Hands on rye, that is.

ITA about the slingshot. Daryl's crossbow is good for hunting deer, but since he mostly uses it for rabbits, which you can kill with a BB gun, and Walkers, which despite being able to bite through a shoe apparently have skulls made of cardboard, it's kind of overkill. Actually, as flimsy as these walkers are, I'll bet BB guns would be pretty effective, too. Or, if they're all standing in a pool of water below you, you could... I don't know, drop a few bricks on them?

But what if Gareth's group saw you? And decided to make a campfire fifty feet away and then go to sleep under a beehive? You'd be better off reading a book on cake decorating so you could make yourself completely invisible.

Tyreese actually did beat up Martin pretty severely. In fact, there's a deleted scene in which he is so late in joining the others for dinner that they seriously contemplate just giving him the cold shoulder.

Actually, Carl is Ralph. "I traded my shoe for pudding!" Rick is Chief Wiggum.

Nobody inside a car turns. Cars are like zombie kryptonite.

Our esteemed mulletologist has obviously never reproduced. Or had sex. Or seen an actual real life booby. The once-popular idea that the physically and mentally inferior should be prevented from breeding was known as Eugenics.

And his last name, if it's not obvious enough just from looking at him, is "Grimes." And he pronounces his son's name "Coral." Coral grows rapidly and provides a place for other things to live. Such as hats.

Pretty sure Gareth was a vegan, back before Terminus got invaded by Mad Max extras. Few are ever as vehement about anything as the newly converted.

Helena Schmelena. Without limbs, he ain't boxing anyone.

So what are they having after Bob? Chicken Tara-yaki? Pasta Carl-bonara? Michonne-gna? Tyreese's Pieces? Abra Ham? Hat-tat-touille?

Nope. Rick only learns things toward of the season, and then forgets about them so he can go through another redemption arc. Everyone else is contractually obligated to accept that Rick is the hero of the show.

Well, considering how many problems Bob has right now, it's a good thing Gareth is the leader of a gang of regular cannibals. Instead of a gang of horny Australian midget cannibals. Otherwise he'd be saying "Put another shrimp on the Bobby!"

I figure when most people have to squat, they have a gun in their hand. Michonne probably held her katana unsheathed, angled upward. Carl, of course, just sits there completely blind, because his hat obscures his view of anything coming at him. But Carol watches down from a nearby vine to make sure nothing happens to him.

Yeah, you know what? In the same conversation about feet, Bob also said the phrase "captive audience." Occam's Razor is ruling out coincidence. And, what the hell? As long as I'm here: What does it cost you to sleep in Gareth's campground? An arm and a leg. What is Gareth's favorite sandwich? A five foot sub. How do you compliment Gareth on his cooking? Tell him it tastes like ass.

Well, on the bright side, one of his feet is still cool. If that conversation between him and Sascha about dry versus cool feet was meant to be foreshadowing, I approve of their sense of humor! Oh, the agony of da feet... Gareth's crew will probably relocate pretty soon. They saw a sign that said "Picnic Area: 500 Feet."

All I ask is that eating Bob doesn't turn them into actors as bland as him.