in which I obsess over The Walking Dead

So... I'm kind of obsessed with season 2 of The Walking Dead.

We're watching it for the first time on Blue-Ray, one episode a night. It's completely delicious. The writing and characterization on this show are spectacular, and it centers on the general area I live in, and I once met Norman Reedus in a hotel bar, so the whole things feels like home.

Well, home plus shambling zombies.

And that's why I dug out my compound bow. I'm determined to get it tuned up and get back into shooting arrows into things. Not zombies. Not even animals. Mainly targets and bales of hay. I haven't gone to an archery range in almost ten years, and it's been way too long. I love that freakin' thing. Just pulled back and felt that tension and thought, WHY DID I STOP DOING THIS?

The answer is obvious: I moved away from the fantastically cheap archery range.

But now my bow is sitting by my laptop, reminding me to quit dreaming and start doing.

After all, when the zombies come, I'll want to be useful.

I can't let this guy take down all the walkers, even if he's very threatening.


The Walking Dead: get busy watchin' or get busy dyin'.
Netflix it, at least. Yes? Yes.
Back to your regularly scheduled... stuff we do.
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