Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse

 So Tilmani and I snagged "The Walking Dead" off of Netflicks and watched the first two episodes last night. It was actually pretty fun ((Tilmani is a big zombie fan)) and we both had plenty of stuff to creep us out, but we also, and I'm sorry to those who have latched on as die hard fans, MST3Ked the heck out of it.

 Our first argument was that the Deputy got all the way to his house without making any attempt whatsoever to find shoes. Arguably there's a lot of stress involved in waking up in an empty hospital, but between having absoloutely no one respond to you falling out of bed, and having no one in the halls, that seemed in our book to be a huge red flag, and that was BEFORE finding an nommed up corpse in the hallway. ((Omnomnom))

 Having a body in the hallway that had clearly been dead for at little while and just -left- there should have also been a major red flag that there was something -really- wrong, and a good sign that shoes, if not other clothing, and possibly an improvised weapon, should be begged borrowed or stolen. Maybe you'd look like a fool if there turned out to be a rational explanation, but if I woke up in an empty hospital and found a corpse on the floor missing most of their midsection, I'd rather look like a fool than the corpse. Just sayin'.

 Since he decided it wasn't a good idea to even tape something to his feet to try and avoid the broken glass everywhere, we scoffed at that for a while, then banged our heads as he marched through a field of corpses. right through the middle. Not around the edges, right down the middle like he was looking for a seat in the movie theater. This while still in bare feet and having just walked through broken glass. Somehow, because it's TV, he didn't cut his feet on anything, but again, I would have skirted the edges. You don't know what killed the people, you know one body inside has been EATEN by something, and, well, corpses in general tend to harbor disease, which you wouldn't want on your bare, potentially sliced up feet.

 Thirdly: After discovering HALF OF A PERSON trying to crawl across the grass and Nom him on the way home ((in boxer shorts and a hospital robe)), he goes into his house (without shutting the front door yet), has a small melt down ((Ok that was understandable)), and then goes outside and sits down.

 Then because apparently he suffered complete amnesia about half of a corpse trying to catch him  in the park, he is completely non suspicious of the guy shuffling down the middle of the road in a suit. Doesn't even blink. Doesn't stop to wonder why the guy doesn't answer when he calls 'hey'...

 Yeah, just a few giant things that seemed to defy basic brain power.

 We also argued about the pros and cons of horse over humvee, though since we were divided on that, we finally agreed that if he'd decided NOT to go into the city ((Where there were more people originally and therefore should have guessed that there might be a much much higher concentration of 'Walkers')), the horse wouldn't have been a bad idea, but going into the city, a car would have been better, if only because it's not made of meat and doesn't spook near Zombies.

 So idiot boy wasted a perfectly good means of transportation because he figured it would be totally awesome to ride a horse downtown...and get it eaten.

 There was however NO argument that the Deputies wife was cheaper than a nickel prostitute, since apparently in less than a month after she assumed her comatose husband had been devoured by Zombies ((Assuming she hadn't been banging the guy since the second her husband went into the hospital)) she jumped in bed with his partner. That's some seriously fast mourning period, even for a troubled marriage. And with such a classy guy too! Willing to abandon other survivors at the drop of a hat... such an beautiful role model for her son!

 This 'Public Service Announcement' has been brought to you by "Geeks preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse"