CassaStorm, The Originals, Vampire Diaries, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Sleepy Hollow

Ninja Captain Alex Cavanaugh was gracious enough to give me time on his blog today. Go see why I say all writers are selfish and only concerned for their own self-interests. 

Speaking of the man who needs no hyperlink, I was the fortunate one who won a mug on his blog, and I do love my tea.

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Not many times do new television programs grab my attention. This fall it is different.

My old standby, The Vampire Diaries, came out with a spin off, The Originals. It follows a bad-natured, first vampire ever created and his push to re-take New Orleans from some *really* bad-natured vampires that he made years before. I’m not sure how I feel about this one. First off, Vampire Diaries is beginning to wallow a bit, like a hippo in deep mud. 

The Originals was rather interesting until the final scene in the premiere. Blech. K. Whatever. I’ll give it a second chance but with a dubious eye.

I’ve seen three episodes of Sleepy Hollow and while not a irritating as that last scene in Originals, the show does make me talk to the TV. As in, “Now dang it, if you go in there, you know the fur is gonna fly. So why are you STILL GOING IN THERE...?”

I hope it doesn’t trip into a mud pit of stereotypes and Meh-dom. It already messed up when the MC, a hot-looking dude turned out to be married. Hey, I do have my fantasies.

Shield is excellent. I am really looking forward to the next episode. No, “I’ll give it another chance” with this one.

I'd already determined that it had a great cast, good script, excellent characters, and I love Phillip, btw. Then Nick Fury turned up and took my enjoyment to a whole 'nuther level.

So have you read my post over at Alex's house? Seen any of the new programs? Worship Phillip like I do? Yell at the TV?

The Coming Zombie Apocalypse

…or The Walking Dead marathon begins tonight.

How did I arrive at this juncture?

I've asked myself this question frequently over my lifetime. Like how did I become the one with deer heads hanging in my yard or known as the weird person who beats their flocked Christmas tree on the sidewalk?

Now I question my slobbering enthusiasm for Walking and how this show captured me so thoroughly.

It was after the first Walking marathon in January that I first really started watching this show. I arrived late to the party. Doodling like a kid texting rather than doing their homework then finally realizing what time it was.

At first, the storyline didn’t amaze me. Sometimes the only way to get through it was to skip the irritating parts.  But somewhere along the way, I quit hitting the FF button.

I don’t watch a lot of TV but I am loyal to the few programs that I do. Vampire Diaries is my guilty pleasure and fills my eek quota. I’d walk on broken glass to watch Justified every week. That show’s writers and plotters continually surprise me with twists in their storyline. I never know what is going to happen next.

After watching these TV shows, I go about my business until Tuesday or Thursday rolls around with another episode.

But Walking Dead. Holy Cats. It keeps me up at night. I’m thinking about it the next day and STILL can’t get a certain episode out of my head (the one with the hiker).

The characters are a part of my day now. Even the ones that I initially disliked when the show first premiered. Now I realize that a bad character has only one way to go: Up. I mourn when they die. Shocking.

Again, the marathon begins tonight with the pilot at 8 ET on AMC. It will run all episodes to the season’s finale on Sunday.

What is it about this show that controls me? Seriously, WHAT IS IT?