I know, I said I would be on hiatus, but I also said it would be an informal hiatus, which gives me this window of opportunity to come back and say a few things that need to be said.
I have indeed been busy while I was away, and the truth is, I need a break from setting up my new blog, which will be the permanent new home of the Year in the Death of One Man project. I encountered some problems and eventually had to contact a WordPress “Happiness Engineer,” who failed to make me happy.
I had even anted up the money to make my new site a “Premium” site, which supposedly meant that I would be able to do nifty tricks like make the cemetery posts appear in chronological order, which I’m sure you’ll all agree makes a lot more sense, given the nature of the project, and assuming you read any of it in the first place.
Well, I fiddled with the new blog all weekend before finally contacting the Happiness Engineer, which practically took an act of Congress to figure out how to do. But in the end, he only offered the same solutions I’d already tried myself, before finally suggesting a completely different approach, which had already occurred to me, but that I’d dismissed because it just won’t be as groovy as it could have been. And guess what, that new approach doesn’t even require the Premium upgrade, so I canceled my order. Yes, I’m taking the cheap, low-tech, ungroovy option, which in addition to my blog(s), also describes me to a T.
Stay tuned. I’ll notify you when the ungroovy new site is up and running. I know you can’t wait.
Oh, hold on a second, I’m not quite through ranting!
I’m still shaking my head about the whole experience. We can send men to walk on the moon, and we can send a spacecraft about a bazillion miles away to snap pictures of effing Pluto, but WordPress can’t give me a simple, no nonsense button to make my posts appear in chronological order? Sheesh!
Okay, stop! I’ve finally had enough! That’s why I decided to leave behind the madness of CSS coding and style sheets, and return to sanity in the Land of the Gnomes, where everything is copacetic.
And what do I want to write about now that I’m here? Zombies, of course!
I know, I know, I’ve already regaled you with my thoughts about AMC’s Fear the Walking Dead, but need to do it again. You see, I have problems with the show and need to get this off my chest.
Although I like the original Walking Dead show much better, the spinoff is the show that keeps me thinking, and I can’t say I like all my thoughts. A lot of you are probably saying that a show about shambling corpses just capitalizes on gore, and is unrealistic anyway. I’m not here to argue about the gore, but I am asking that you suspend your disbelief for a moment. You did it for Star Trek, now I’m asking you to do it for zombies.
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The problem I have with Fear the Walking Dead is not the unlikelihood of a real-life Zombie Apocalypse, but the unlikely reactions to a Zombie Apocalypse by the show’s main characters.
Let’s take Maddie, for instance, played by Kim Dickens, who is a very fine actress, and a veteran of HBO’s Treme, which I enjoyed very much. Now let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you are Maddie, and that you’ve just broken into the high school where you work as a counselor because you need to steal some drugs for your son, who’s a junkie. Okay, so you’re creeping through this empty school, and you’re startled to see one of your students there, who’s hawking food and other supplies. Why? Because Pugsley, at least, is smart enough to see what’s going down.
Okay, remember, you’re still playing the role of Maddie. Suddenly you hear noises, and horror of horrors, you spot the school principal shambling down the hallway, and OMG, now he’s trying to chew Pugsley’s face off! Stop that, Mr. Costa, not cool! Well, I don’t know what you would do, but Maddie finds a fire extinguisher and stoves in Mr. Costa’s head, but not before taking a few practice swings.
Are you with me so far?
Okay, let’s say it was you — not Maddie — who had just wielded the fire extinguisher, with devastating effect. What would be your next move? Remember, unshirted hell is breaking loose all around you. What. Would. You. Do?
Well, if you’re Maddie, you’d run home and spark up an exciting game of Monopoly with your daughter and junkie son, while waiting for your husband to come home from a meeting with his attractive ex-wife. Oh, but wait, hubby calls and says he’s been delayed because he’s caught in the middle of a riot and has taken refuge inside a barricaded barbershop … with his ex!
Everybody stay calm, and hey, I just passed Go, where’s my $200?
And that sums up my whole objection to Fear the Walking Dead. It’s the reactions of the main characters that are waaaay more unrealistic than anything to do with undead corpses. Who kills their boss, then goes home and worries about the hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place?
You say you don’t believe in Zombie Apocalypses and don’t really care? Okay, make it about any kind of emergency. Let’s say you have to deal with an extended power outage, like I had to do not so long ago after Hurricane Sandy ravaged the East Coast.
Certainly you try to stay calm, but at some point it’s only natural to stand up and say, “Oh WTF is this? I thought I was living in New Jersey, not effing Beirut!”
And I’m sorry, but Maddie and the other characters on Fear the Walking Dead are dealing with much worse than my power outage from a few years ago. At least I didn’t face the prospect of, you know, my neighbors trying to eat me! Yet Maddie and the others are still calmly going about their business. Too damned calm for my taste!
I just want to slap these people and tell them to run for their lives, because I’ve watched the other show and I know what’s coming! It all makes me wonder, at what point do we cast aside our civilized sensibilities and run screaming for the hills? How much is too much? How much are you willing to take before you go tribal?
I ask myself what I’d do if I had the National Guard shooting people in the streets. What would I do if I could see uncontrolled fires burning on the horizon? How would I handle it if my neighbor showed up on my doorstep, not with a plate of her signature stuffed mushrooms, but because she wanted to tear my arm off with her teeth? Could I even find my fire extinguisher in time?
Would I run for the hills, or would I simply try to e-mail my friendly WordPress Happiness Engineer for advice?
It all begs the question, when the pressure’s on, what will you do?