God weeps when they start ad-libbing.

So, I’ll say it.  Holy shit!  The Walking Dead season finale happened, and I had to burn another pair of boxer shorts.  (Can’t burn the shame, though.  Can’t burn the shame.)  So, it seems once they decided to ixnay the peace and bring back the killing, they found quite a rhythm.  And I liked the iconic imagery of the barn burning in the finale as a call-back to the CDC explosion in the finale of Season One, as if to say that fire is their punctuation mark.  I wish I’d read the graphic novels before I started watching the series, but I’ll admit that my comic reading takes a back seat to my love of film and animation.  As it is, I only have thirteen graphic novels on my bookshelf, and eight of those are either Batman or Superman or both.

Today I went to see the movie Jeff, Who Lives at Home.  I enjoyed it, but I think I was hoping for more.  After I got home, I read through some of the other scripts that will be performed the same night as my piece at the end of May, and again I found some material lacking.  It’s becoming evident that I need to take a larger part in the entertainment that I seek out.  I should be doing more.   And that’s exactly what I plan to do.

In the meantime, I need to concentrate on righting my sleep schedule.  It is all kinds of out of whack.

And to that end, goodnight.