Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sigh
Yay. A little window on my local political world in the Old Line State. The liberal Tax N' Spend Governor of Baltimore.
First Rifle
I noticed Zercool noting: "Most people think a good first gun is a .22." And then others pipe in "Mine was an SKS" and "Mine was a SMLE".
Those are nice choices. I can imagine people that come to rifle shooting as an adult, rather than growing up shooting, would choose something with a little more oomph. A .22 rifle is indispensable, but... You know. Big serious rifle. If you only have one rifle it's nice if it is big and serious.
It also made me think. The first rifle I ever had was a Springfield '03. I learned close order drill on that model too, which is why it was gifted to me.
The first rifle I ever bought for myself was a M1 Garand. A Navy conversion that shoots 7.62x51mm. It was also the first rifle of mine I ever shot. The Springfield needs the front sight adjusted. It also takes some firm effort to close the bolt on a .30-06 round. There are fewer issues for a lefty shooting the Garand, too, so I favored that model for that reason as well.
Before I started this blog I had the safe queen Springfield, the Garand, and a .357 revolver. I probably could have stopped right there and been none the worse for wear ready for just about most things. My next purchase was a Remington Model 11 12-gauge. That's certainly a fine penultimate. Everything after that was spares and stuff I just wanted. Only, arguably, the snubby was 'needed' for concealability and some .22 for practice.
But you could do a lot worse than your first rifle being a Garand. And in a caliber still fielded by the US and NATO and others.
I imagine a lot of 'first rifles' folks are getting these days are sort of a .22... .223. In the form of an AR. Plus shooting regular ol' .22LR is possible. And with only an added extra upper, that AR can also shoot deer &c. with something like .458 SOCOM rounds.
For you folks that came to shooting late in life, what was YOUR first rifle?
Those are nice choices. I can imagine people that come to rifle shooting as an adult, rather than growing up shooting, would choose something with a little more oomph. A .22 rifle is indispensable, but... You know. Big serious rifle. If you only have one rifle it's nice if it is big and serious.
It also made me think. The first rifle I ever had was a Springfield '03. I learned close order drill on that model too, which is why it was gifted to me.
The first rifle I ever bought for myself was a M1 Garand. A Navy conversion that shoots 7.62x51mm. It was also the first rifle of mine I ever shot. The Springfield needs the front sight adjusted. It also takes some firm effort to close the bolt on a .30-06 round. There are fewer issues for a lefty shooting the Garand, too, so I favored that model for that reason as well.
Before I started this blog I had the safe queen Springfield, the Garand, and a .357 revolver. I probably could have stopped right there and been none the worse for wear ready for just about most things. My next purchase was a Remington Model 11 12-gauge. That's certainly a fine penultimate. Everything after that was spares and stuff I just wanted. Only, arguably, the snubby was 'needed' for concealability and some .22 for practice.
But you could do a lot worse than your first rifle being a Garand. And in a caliber still fielded by the US and NATO and others.
I imagine a lot of 'first rifles' folks are getting these days are sort of a .22... .223. In the form of an AR. Plus shooting regular ol' .22LR is possible. And with only an added extra upper, that AR can also shoot deer &c. with something like .458 SOCOM rounds.
For you folks that came to shooting late in life, what was YOUR first rifle?
Monday, January 30, 2012
zed poster
From here. For you to buy.
Zombies. Worse than Communists. Worse than Vice President Wallace. As smart as Vice President Biden.
If you see a zombie, Tweet about it.
Zombies. Worse than Communists. Worse than Vice President Wallace. As smart as Vice President Biden.
If you see a zombie, Tweet about it.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Zen
As my experience continures and shooting become 'normal' everyday activity, like using a revolving door, or parallel parking, I notice things I didn't notice when I was more of a tyro.
I can see bullets in flight more and more nowadays. Look, shiny! zing. (why? my eyes are open more, prolly.)
I hear the impacts of my shots at the range backstop, separate from the bang of the charge. Bang-clank, bang-clank. (why? you got me. less of a shock, this contolled splosion in my hands?)
I think less about my stance and position and grip. When I DO think to check on those, they are mostly where I want them to be, like it was automatic. I need to flex my knees more and lean a bit more forward. I want that to be as automatic as a grip that lines up with the line of my forearm.
The 'surprise break' is getting better, but not there yet. I just know when the trigger is going to go on my guns. And my brain is going: "make it happen... NOW." And it happens, bang. That's the Holy Grail. Fixing that.
I can see bullets in flight more and more nowadays. Look, shiny! zing. (why? my eyes are open more, prolly.)
I hear the impacts of my shots at the range backstop, separate from the bang of the charge. Bang-clank, bang-clank. (why? you got me. less of a shock, this contolled splosion in my hands?)
I think less about my stance and position and grip. When I DO think to check on those, they are mostly where I want them to be, like it was automatic. I need to flex my knees more and lean a bit more forward. I want that to be as automatic as a grip that lines up with the line of my forearm.
The 'surprise break' is getting better, but not there yet. I just know when the trigger is going to go on my guns. And my brain is going: "make it happen... NOW." And it happens, bang. That's the Holy Grail. Fixing that.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Archie
I recorded the last beer drinking session with Archie and transcribe it here:
My last will and testament, I leave you these: a box of mint-condition 1918 liberty-head silver dollars. You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run of the house with a big washtub and... hey! Where are you going? Anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as ...a walking-bird. We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball...
What? Eh, why didn't you get something useful, like storm windows, or a nice pipe organ? I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard? There sure are a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Ooh, look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president is a Democrat! Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? There are too many leaves in your walkway...
We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say.
Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
Ah, there's an interesting story behind THIS nickel. In 1957, I remember it was, I got up in the morning and made myself a piece of toast. I set the toaster to three: medium brown.
I first took a fancy to Mrs. Bouvier because her raspy voice reminded me of my old Victrola. Oh, it was a fine machine with a vulcanized rubber listening tube which you crammed in your ear. The tube would go in easier with some sort of lubricant like linseed oil or doctor...
Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Wheaton. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. "A" he'd say; then "B." "C" would usually follow...
Anyway. My story begins in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say "dickety" because the Kaiser had stolen our word "twenty". I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles. (the children laugh) What are you cackling at, fatty? Too much pie, that's your problem! Now, I'd like to digress from my prepared remarks to discuss how I invented the terlet...
Ask that question again, my hearing aid was turnt down. Well you're really asking two questions there. The first one takes me back to 1934. Admiral Burn had just reached the pole, only hours ahead of the Three Stooges... and I guess he won the argument, but I walked away with the turnips. The following morning I resigned my commission with the coastguard. The next thing I knew there was civil war in Spain... and, that's everything which happened in my life right up to the time I got this phone call...
Three wars back we called Sauerkraut "liberty cabbage" and we called liberty cabbage "super slaw" and back then a suitcase was known as a "Swedish lunchbox." Of course, nobody knew that but me. Anyway, long story short... is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling.
Then after World War Two, it got kinda quiet, 'til Superman challenged FDR to a race around the world. FDR beat him by a furlong, or so the comic books would have you believe. The truth lies somewhere in between.
---
[ok, that's really a conglomeration of Abraham Simpson quotes. But Archie is pretty close to that. A bit more competent. He's doing pretty good, btw, for an 85 year old. He is thinking of getting one of those motorized stair chairs. Only $2500 for a new one. Lots of used ones on the market.]
My last will and testament, I leave you these: a box of mint-condition 1918 liberty-head silver dollars. You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run of the house with a big washtub and... hey! Where are you going? Anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as ...a walking-bird. We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball...
What? Eh, why didn't you get something useful, like storm windows, or a nice pipe organ? I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard? There sure are a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Ooh, look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president is a Democrat! Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? There are too many leaves in your walkway...
We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say.
Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
Ah, there's an interesting story behind THIS nickel. In 1957, I remember it was, I got up in the morning and made myself a piece of toast. I set the toaster to three: medium brown.
I first took a fancy to Mrs. Bouvier because her raspy voice reminded me of my old Victrola. Oh, it was a fine machine with a vulcanized rubber listening tube which you crammed in your ear. The tube would go in easier with some sort of lubricant like linseed oil or doctor...
Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Wheaton. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. "A" he'd say; then "B." "C" would usually follow...
Anyway. My story begins in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say "dickety" because the Kaiser had stolen our word "twenty". I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles. (the children laugh) What are you cackling at, fatty? Too much pie, that's your problem! Now, I'd like to digress from my prepared remarks to discuss how I invented the terlet...
Ask that question again, my hearing aid was turnt down. Well you're really asking two questions there. The first one takes me back to 1934. Admiral Burn had just reached the pole, only hours ahead of the Three Stooges... and I guess he won the argument, but I walked away with the turnips. The following morning I resigned my commission with the coastguard. The next thing I knew there was civil war in Spain... and, that's everything which happened in my life right up to the time I got this phone call...
Three wars back we called Sauerkraut "liberty cabbage" and we called liberty cabbage "super slaw" and back then a suitcase was known as a "Swedish lunchbox." Of course, nobody knew that but me. Anyway, long story short... is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling.
Then after World War Two, it got kinda quiet, 'til Superman challenged FDR to a race around the world. FDR beat him by a furlong, or so the comic books would have you believe. The truth lies somewhere in between.
---
[ok, that's really a conglomeration of Abraham Simpson quotes. But Archie is pretty close to that. A bit more competent. He's doing pretty good, btw, for an 85 year old. He is thinking of getting one of those motorized stair chairs. Only $2500 for a new one. Lots of used ones on the market.]
Friday, January 27, 2012
Falkirk
Here is something that is right in RobertaX's wheelhouse. The Falkirk Wheel, what for moving the canal barges. Up. And down.
The New Zombie
Ok, Zombies jumped the shark. What should we gunnies prep for, now? What is the threat?
More importantly what do I prep for. Zombies are listed in my goals...
I say it's My Little Pony! And this meme can never ever jump the shark.
Stupid Bronies...
So this last goal will read:
"And, if necessary: To Defend the Ramparts of Democracy from a Level 4 My Little Pony Outbreak or against the Jacobin, Rampaging, Godless, Red-Commie Bronies (or their modern equivalent.)"
What caliber for cartoon, pastel, equine monstrosities? I still say 7.62x51. To be sure.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Guns and D&D
I played D&D back in the day. Dungeons and Dragons. Yeah, I was cool like that. Lot's of guys were back then.
Well they are coming out with a new version to try to fuse the community back together. There have been schisms over which rules version is the One True Version. Arguments over Canon are legendary across the internetz.
Well, there is a common problem. The game is swords and arrows and magic. But there is always some munchkin of a player that wands to mix sulphur, charcoal, and saltpetre and thus have a gun. With this invention he can leapfrog up to USS Iowa and Sherman Tanks, and take over the world, thereby 'winning' Dungeons and Dragons for all time.
How to deal with such shennanigans?
Easy! Let em have it! Give them all of it. Plenty of powder making materials and a 'hand gonne'. Inform them that while it will do marginally more damage as their crossbow, but at one third the rate of fire. Plus it's heavier.
They usually respond with, "Well, I invent a Ma Deuce next!" Fine. Describe even the fundamental of how to construct a Ma Deuce. Satisfy a Dungeon Master with that and you only have to wait 200 years of constant study and effort in a single minded industrial pursuit to get the technology up to mere Gatling level. Sheesh.
Well they are coming out with a new version to try to fuse the community back together. There have been schisms over which rules version is the One True Version. Arguments over Canon are legendary across the internetz.
Well, there is a common problem. The game is swords and arrows and magic. But there is always some munchkin of a player that wands to mix sulphur, charcoal, and saltpetre and thus have a gun. With this invention he can leapfrog up to USS Iowa and Sherman Tanks, and take over the world, thereby 'winning' Dungeons and Dragons for all time.
How to deal with such shennanigans?
Easy! Let em have it! Give them all of it. Plenty of powder making materials and a 'hand gonne'. Inform them that while it will do marginally more damage as their crossbow, but at one third the rate of fire. Plus it's heavier.
They usually respond with, "Well, I invent a Ma Deuce next!" Fine. Describe even the fundamental of how to construct a Ma Deuce. Satisfy a Dungeon Master with that and you only have to wait 200 years of constant study and effort in a single minded industrial pursuit to get the technology up to mere Gatling level. Sheesh.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Buffalo Bill's Needle Gun
In a continuation of my reports from William Cody's autobiography, and the firearms therein, he used to hunt Buffalo in the late 1860s with a Needle Gun he named Lucretia Borgia because it laid low so many or summat.
He described it as a .50 caliber, and he would ride up on the head of a herd of buffalo so as to turn them, and thusly get the group to circle. Then he could ride along side dropping bison in a relatively small area rather than picking them off from the rear and dropping the carcasses in a 3 mile long line. All to provide meat for the Kansas Pacific.
A needle gun, eh? Interesting. Now, what KIND of needle gun are we talking about here? The Dreyse, or Chassepot? Well, quotes from the book:
and:
Well, what kind of creature IS this that Buffalo Bill has in 1868? Seems neither fish now fowl. What had Erskine Allin wrought, if indeed Cody has his facts straight? My guess is that this rifle is just one of the Allin Conversion guns. Falling block single shot touches off a .50-70 centerfire cartridge. "Needle Gun" was just the fashionable name at them for such, maybe. I don't see Buffalo Bill getting a Chassepot with paper cartridges from the US Army.
{Wait, is that floppy top hatch thing really a falling block type? That doesn't seem like the proper term for the 'trapdoor' mechanism.}
He described it as a .50 caliber, and he would ride up on the head of a herd of buffalo so as to turn them, and thusly get the group to circle. Then he could ride along side dropping bison in a relatively small area rather than picking them off from the rear and dropping the carcasses in a 3 mile long line. All to provide meat for the Kansas Pacific.
A needle gun, eh? Interesting. Now, what KIND of needle gun are we talking about here? The Dreyse, or Chassepot? Well, quotes from the book:
I took the harness from Brigham, mounted him bareback and started after the game, being armed with my new buffalo killer which I had named "Lucretia Borgia," an improved breech-loading needle-gun which I had obtained from the Government.
and:
I was using what was known at the time as a needle-gun, a breech-loading Springfield rifle, caliber .50. This was "Lucretia," the weapon of which I have already told you. Comstock's Henry rifle, though it could fire more rapidly than mine, did not, I felt certain, carry powder and lead enough to equal my weapon in execution.
Well, what kind of creature IS this that Buffalo Bill has in 1868? Seems neither fish now fowl. What had Erskine Allin wrought, if indeed Cody has his facts straight? My guess is that this rifle is just one of the Allin Conversion guns. Falling block single shot touches off a .50-70 centerfire cartridge. "Needle Gun" was just the fashionable name at them for such, maybe. I don't see Buffalo Bill getting a Chassepot with paper cartridges from the US Army.
{Wait, is that floppy top hatch thing really a falling block type? That doesn't seem like the proper term for the 'trapdoor' mechanism.}
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
No Beer
It's almost 8, and the house is out of beer. Too late to get more, plus I don't feel like it.
Waituhminnit. Some submariner gifted me a fifth of bourbon.
That'll do.
Tickety-boo.
Ahhhhhhh.
Thanks again Les.
Waituhminnit. Some submariner gifted me a fifth of bourbon.
That'll do.
Tickety-boo.
Ahhhhhhh.
Thanks again Les.
Ugh
Is this Tuesday? Bit of a funk. I am so rusty on my pistol shooting it is probably embarassing. I should go today. I hope I remember which end the bullets come out of really fast.
My range is a gunstore. I always do a peak around. There is another gunstore not 3 miles away I still haven't checked out. I think I will hit the range and stop by that one after. I need an alternate if my primary store is going to be so recalcitrant. At least until they see the light. Or go out of bidness. Whichever.
My range is a gunstore. I always do a peak around. There is another gunstore not 3 miles away I still haven't checked out. I think I will hit the range and stop by that one after. I need an alternate if my primary store is going to be so recalcitrant. At least until they see the light. Or go out of bidness. Whichever.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Oh No...
Looks like Theresa has been getting a little rough with Senator Kerry.
I told the police that too, when the missus was beating on me. "I'm clumsy, I ran into the door." "I got these fist sized bruises playing hockey." Uh huh.
I told the police that too, when the missus was beating on me. "I'm clumsy, I ran into the door." "I got these fist sized bruises playing hockey." Uh huh.
MIA no more
I thought Kenn Blanchard had quit gun blogging, so I never clicked on his blog link anymore. Or that he rarely posted, at the most. Apparently I was mistaken. He is still there and quite active.
He is also a Marylander. Like me. And FALFenix.
Anyway, I added Rev. Blanchard back to the list. Deleted Progun Progressive, Other Side of Kim, and Free Market Fairy Tales because they are inactive and pretty much gone, sadly. Trying to keep the link list semi static. Lemme know if there are dead-dead links on here and you are of a mind to hep. I don't wanna just lead folks astray to link farms.
Thanks.
He is also a Marylander. Like me. And FALFenix.
Anyway, I added Rev. Blanchard back to the list. Deleted Progun Progressive, Other Side of Kim, and Free Market Fairy Tales because they are inactive and pretty much gone, sadly. Trying to keep the link list semi static. Lemme know if there are dead-dead links on here and you are of a mind to hep. I don't wanna just lead folks astray to link farms.
Thanks.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Prez
Paul, Romney, Gingrich, Santorum. Four! Easy to keep track in your head.
Of those? Which would I choose. Gah! Hard to vote for any of the four.
Which is worst for second amendment issues?
Worst is Paul, methinks. He'd eliminate all Federal Laws, which he can't (idiocy), and send it to the states, ignoring the 14th and 2nd Amendments and his duty as president to both. He's said the Federal Government should take no part in gun laws. Fine. That I like. But he'd also do nothing about what states pass, it not being the Federal government's job, in his eyes, to stick its nose in that either. A bunch of states would pass draconian anti-gun stuff. There would be roadblocks on rt 81 between Virginia and Pennsylvania, and lots of out of staters would go to MD jail. "C'mon vote for Paul, TBolt. It'll be a fun four years." No. No it won't. I'd campaign for and vote for Obama ahead of Paul. For this and many other issues. He's all for people being armed but he'd kill the right in his ineffectual ignorance. Wish his son was most seasoned and running in his place.
Next worst is Romney. Mr. Assault Weapons Ban his own self. A choice between a statist liberal Democrat that hates individual freedom and Obama? I'll vote lower down the ticket and leave the top blank.
Santorum? Joke. Sorry pal, you are forever a sex-act residue. Plus your primary purpose in life is "Go Team Jesus" and you concentrate on gonadal politics too much. Smaller gov't, less taxes, controlled borders, punched hippies, fewer regulations... THEN consider the social issues. I really don't give a hang for what you care oh so deeply about.
Newt? Talks the best game on the 2nd Amendment, but I know Newt. When he is good he is very very good and when he is bad he is horrid. And you never know which Newt you will get, day to day, minute to minute.
Perry was best on the 2nd Amendment, but bad on everything else aside from being Governor of the largest and most successful state in the Union. (I don't count california anymore until is creeps back into 'not a basket case' territory.) And Perry is gone.
Gah. Where is Fred Thompson when you need him?
But I think Bore Patch is right, even with the MSM in his corner working his campaign Obama could be beaten by Mussolini's corpse, dodge Italian birth certificate and all. Even that whole "being dead 66 years" thing. But just because Mussolini's corpse can beat Obama doesn't mean we need to RUN Mussolini's corpse against him. And yet, the GOP is. Yay.
My prediction? Romney takes the Oath in January. Not happy about it.
Of those? Which would I choose. Gah! Hard to vote for any of the four.
Which is worst for second amendment issues?
Worst is Paul, methinks. He'd eliminate all Federal Laws, which he can't (idiocy), and send it to the states, ignoring the 14th and 2nd Amendments and his duty as president to both. He's said the Federal Government should take no part in gun laws. Fine. That I like. But he'd also do nothing about what states pass, it not being the Federal government's job, in his eyes, to stick its nose in that either. A bunch of states would pass draconian anti-gun stuff. There would be roadblocks on rt 81 between Virginia and Pennsylvania, and lots of out of staters would go to MD jail. "C'mon vote for Paul, TBolt. It'll be a fun four years." No. No it won't. I'd campaign for and vote for Obama ahead of Paul. For this and many other issues. He's all for people being armed but he'd kill the right in his ineffectual ignorance. Wish his son was most seasoned and running in his place.
Next worst is Romney. Mr. Assault Weapons Ban his own self. A choice between a statist liberal Democrat that hates individual freedom and Obama? I'll vote lower down the ticket and leave the top blank.
Santorum? Joke. Sorry pal, you are forever a sex-act residue. Plus your primary purpose in life is "Go Team Jesus" and you concentrate on gonadal politics too much. Smaller gov't, less taxes, controlled borders, punched hippies, fewer regulations... THEN consider the social issues. I really don't give a hang for what you care oh so deeply about.
Newt? Talks the best game on the 2nd Amendment, but I know Newt. When he is good he is very very good and when he is bad he is horrid. And you never know which Newt you will get, day to day, minute to minute.
Perry was best on the 2nd Amendment, but bad on everything else aside from being Governor of the largest and most successful state in the Union. (I don't count california anymore until is creeps back into 'not a basket case' territory.) And Perry is gone.
Gah. Where is Fred Thompson when you need him?
But I think Bore Patch is right, even with the MSM in his corner working his campaign Obama could be beaten by Mussolini's corpse, dodge Italian birth certificate and all. Even that whole "being dead 66 years" thing. But just because Mussolini's corpse can beat Obama doesn't mean we need to RUN Mussolini's corpse against him. And yet, the GOP is. Yay.
My prediction? Romney takes the Oath in January. Not happy about it.
The Walking Dead
On AMC...
I think the purpose of the show was to kill off the latest zombie fad once and for all. By being a HORRIBLE television show. About Zombies. One decent episode in 7 doesn't absolve them of their sins for making a deodorant free soap opera.
Have you noticed less zombie content of late? The show sucked all the oxygen out of the room and smothered it. Now we have a room of asphyxiated zombie-fan corpses. Or summat...
I think the purpose of the show was to kill off the latest zombie fad once and for all. By being a HORRIBLE television show. About Zombies. One decent episode in 7 doesn't absolve them of their sins for making a deodorant free soap opera.
Have you noticed less zombie content of late? The show sucked all the oxygen out of the room and smothered it. Now we have a room of asphyxiated zombie-fan corpses. Or summat...
Friday, January 20, 2012
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