It’s a Big, Big Day
Welcome to my 100th blog post on DarthAmethystos.com! I’d love to say that I have an awesome giveaway or contest but that would require sponsors, which I don’t have. I’m eyeing you, American Eagle…I don’t even bother buying other brands of jeans anymore.
But I digress.
I started drafting this post back on 12/21, chock-full of references to the Mayan calendar and wordplay with a certain R.E.M. song. It was punny and corny and all of the things you’ve grown to expect here. In spite of all that, I thought it fell short of the 100th-post hype.
A week later and I’m still not sure what to write. I could fabricate tales of all the spectacularly exciting things I did for Christmas or own up to the fact that I’ve done little more than sit in front of the television watching the first two seasons of The Walking Dead. Spoiler alert: I’m taking the honest route.
We cut the cord and ditched cable several years ago with nary a regret; the ratio of missing channels to the money saved is worth it in my estimation. And yet there’s been a little part of me that has felt somewhat left out when coworkers talk about various series. Enter the fateful decision to try Netflix and my consequent decline into couch potato-dom.
I got some awesome hands-on Christmas presents this year (a camera, Battle of Endor slot car set, an air pistol for target practice), and all of them have been neglected thus far. I’ve spent the better part of three days this week catching up on—and talking about—The Walking Dead. I’m admittedly not a huge fan of zombie stuff, but I do find myself drawn in by dystopian and post-apocalyptic stories. I’m captivated by the glimpses at life as we know it, the ethical dilemmas, the suspense and psychological aspect of trying to imagine how I might react to such circumstances. It’s equally horrifying and deeply satisfying.
This stupid show is like a drug, and I’m irrevocably addicted. And the worst part is now I have to find a way to watch season 3. Have to.