Tippi Blevins

I think I feel worse for that poor, innocent bench than I did for Randy and all those dirtbags. They finally mentioned Cain! Hallelujah! But then they didn't mention contacting him... I just don't get it.

I remember getting kind of a chuckle out of Rick riding away on the bicycle, his open gown flapping happily along behind him. It just seemed so weirdly cute, given the circumstances.

Heh... heh... No. I'm vegetarian until the apocalypse and then all bets will probably be off. My dogs' favorites are Smothered Comfort (which sounds like a euphemism for something Carol would do) and Game Day Tailgate. They smell like canned chunky-style soup to me. I did eat some Milk Bones as a kid, though. They were bland as hell, but would probably last well into the end times.

Yeah, some of that Merrick canned food has whole chicken thighs and wings cooked right in the cans with the veggies and gravy. My dogs love that stuff. You'd have to fight them for it in the apocalypse. Or now, really. I'm surprised these people don't all have nasty parasites, especially Daryl eating raw game. I've seen Monsters Inside Me. You get the wrong fleck of something in your mouth or eye and you end up infested with worms.

Carol's confession: "It would have drowned in its own oil. It was suffering."

Maybe the hairdresser meant to say "as his hair's character darkens." Like all of Daryl's old racist, hothead, kill-first-ask-questions-later ways leached into his hair. By the end of the season, his hair will go on a murderous rampage.

That's weird, because I don't see Daryl as getting darker, character-wise, over the seasons. Maybe if the hair had changed at the point he was left on his own and had to join Joe's group, but that mess happened long before. I think generally, with Rick & the group, he's become a more well-rounded person. He probably doesn't even mix up Korean and Chinese people anymore!

Vegetable oil looks cleaner than that. I've soaked my hair in coconut and olive oil for conditioning treatments. Daryl looks like he has oily roadkill squeezins.

Wild plants have been mentioned. Know the wild plants in your area. There are dozens if not hundreds of things to eat that you don't even have to chase down. If you get hungry enough, stewed algae and thistle salad will sound mighty fine. Maybe most of the wild, edible plants in Georgia have been trampled down by zombies, like the lawns.

You're gonna make Coral sad talking about his dad like that!

Yeah, why not just keep it that sort of sandy color from the beginning? At least light could penetrate that. His more recent color is like the black hole of hair colors.

When Daryl comes back to the group after his hunt, he asks the group where they left Merle. Lori tells him, "Rick will show you." Then two seconds later, she gets upset when Rick agrees to do just that. She's mad because Rick is leaving. But what the hell? She's the one who volunteered him! Did she mean that Rick would show Daryl... on a map? Point to it over yonder? Dance out the specific location like a scouting honeybee?

I've been rewatching the show from the start, and the "evolution" of Daryl's hair is like a dream that slowly turns into a nightmare. I guess I could handle it being long, greasy and stringy, but that fresh-from-the-box dye job is just so weird. If they're going to keep dyeing it like that, then I need a scene where Daryl goes on a secret run to a ruined Sally Beauty Supply. I just need a back story for that dye job, man.

Maybe Lori pulled a World According to Garp with Rick while he was in that coma.

I'd like to apply for the job of making a more realistic-looking Judith doll. Whenever someone carries the doll on his or her back, it's always much smaller and flatter than the real baby. There were a few times I didn't even realize the small, flattish blanket pressed against someone's back was even supposed to be Judith.

Yeah, good ol' Axel. Trapped for nearly a year next to violent criminals and a dung heap, but he kept that mustache groomed.

I miss the little green Hyundai. Its cute little hatchback. Its efficient gas mileage. How it toted all those people around without ever complaining. Sniff. As for the humans: I miss Hershel most, probably. I also miss Axel and Oscar. I think there was a lot of potential for both of them. I, too, wish we could have swapped Andrea for Amy. I miss Jacqui.

I hated that, too. Not just the fact that Rick wouldn't let him eat it, but the way he snatched it away from him. Rick feels humiliated that he hasn't been able to provide better, but now Carl feels humiliated, too. Thanks, Dad! Anyway, dog food is full of protein and vitamins, and would have given Carl a lustrous coat.

He's the Sam Winchester's penis of the zombie apocalypse.

I always think it's weird when the freshly dead instantly look gaunt and bony. Amy looked normal except for her eyes but Merle and Shane popped up looking like they were already rotted. Why does being bitten cause them to turn if they're all already infected? Is it just more of a viral load than the immune system can handle at one time? And why does shooting them or smashing them anywhere in the head kill them when it's the brain stem that's active? The rest of the brain was already dead and turning into treacle, so what difference is an arrow going to make? I'm always kind of impressed when I see a lady zombie still shuffling along in her nice flats. My shoes fall off all the time and I'm consciously trying to keep them on.

My dad got me a survival pack for Christmas. I have no idea why. But if zombies show up and I have to make a run for it, at least I'll have waterproof matches and cubes of vaguely foodlike objects at the ready, along with a mylar blanket and water filter. Realistically, I'd be doomed in an apocalypse, because I'd spend most of my time trying to save my dogs. Stipulating that I somehow managed to keep my dogs alive, and myself, in the first few days of the shit hitting the fan, and supposing I couldn't immediately find a tampon factory as I proposed earlier in the thread, I'd head for a water bottling plant. There's one not far from where I live (Houston) and it's fenced, and the building itself looks pretty sturdy. Obviously, other people are going to try to get in, but since my asshole Jack Russell is still alive in this scenario, he'll probably kill them all off.

That's one of my favorite episodes, along with anything where Michonne is bonding with Rick and/or Carl. I think it's a really good balance of him being a kid and showing some maturity. Right before they go into Terminus, Carl confesses to Michonne that he has bad thoughts and feels like a monster. He says he's not what his father thinks he is. Are they ever going to pick up on that again? There were times they could have taken the Lizzie path with Carl, but I think he's shown too much empathy to go that route. He's the one trying to tell his father they can still help people. His instinct when they find strangers in need is to try to help. Rewatching the scene where he kills that teen from Woodbury, I feel more sympathetic towards Carl than I did originally.

I'm rewatching the show from the start and the terrible accents stick out to me even more the second time around. I had to come here and see if there was a thread for discussion of this kind of stuff 'n' thangs. Rick calling his son CORAL! makes me laugh almost every time. I wish Lauren Cohan and Emily Kinney had been coached to sound more like Scott Wilson. Having similar accents within a family would have made sense.

I've been rewatching the show from the start and I'm into season 3 now. I had forgotten that our first introduction to Tyreese was as he's hacking his way through walkers. Why did he become so reticent to put them down? Did the writers just decide to take a different direction with the character, or is there some reason in the show that's so subtle that I forgot it, too?

I can't imagine a weapon with which I wouldn't accidentally wound myself before I ever got near zombie one. I'd probably be least likely to hurt myself with a gun, providing I don't lose or damage my glasses within minutes of the apocalypse starting, because then I wouldn't even be able to tell which end to hold. Maybe just cover me with duct tape and outward facing railroad spikes, like an upright porcupine.