TWD, S7, Ep 12, “Say Yes”

“Say Yes”

“We gonna win today?”

“Oh yeah…we’re gettin’ new batteries for that walkie, too.”


(I love this TWD episode more than I can say, dear readers, and for now, I must step aside and let the music speak for me.

This playlist is very special to me, and contains a number of my very favorite songs, which I lay down, now, with infinte love  and tenderness at the feet of Richonne, and my TWD family, and lastly, my TWD b’s: Jenn, Sam Slay, and Drey.  πŸπŸπŸπŸ  U b’s are my heart, and our magic bubble is everything to me. ❀❀❀❀)

#RichonneForever

Playlist:

Morphine, “Let’s Take A Trip Together”

Zero 7, “Swing”

Norah Jones, “Carnival Town”

Jimi Hendrix, “Are You Experienced?”

Th’ Faith Healers, “Love Song”

DJ Shadow, “The Number Song”

Amerie, “1 Thing”

Marine Girls, “Fever”

Dirty Projectors, “Little Bubble” 

Led Zeppelin, “The Rain Song”

India Arie, “Beautiful”

TWD S7, Episode 11, “Hostiles And Calamities”

“Hostiles And Calamities”

Well, gang, it’s another round of kudos and “I’m not worthy” bows of reverence to Kirkman, Gimple, and Nicotero for yet another amazing OMG episode in TWD’s dark and twisty Season 7 arsenal.

Would I that I had the time and ability to delve into each of these Season 7 episodes with the full-on mania and obsession of posts of yore, but life these days does not lend to such selfish pleasures.  And so, I offer a few brief thoughts, props, pics and playlist, all with the spirit of hot, burning TWD love and devotion that will never die. ❀

Amazing performances by Josh McDermitt, Austin Amelio, and, of course, the inimitable Jefferey Dean Morgan.

A round applause, and “I Am Negan” Deadies to all.  

Most excellent work, gentlemen.

And, speaking of most excellent work, are you all in TWD fandom as blown away as I am that Scott M. Gimple has managed to put us all back into the “Is he or isn’t he?” question regarding Eugene Porter?

When we first met Eugene, and beheld the mousy brown magnificence of his iconic mullet, we, along with our sweet gang, were fed the fantastic tale of how Eugene possessed the secret cure to the walker apocalypse, and how Abraham Ford (dearly beloved, dearly missed <3) and Rosita Espinoza were making it their life’s mission to get Eugene to Washington, D.C., so he could collaborate with the “muckety-mucks” in our nation’s capitol to create and administer the cure and “save the whole damn world.”

While those elite TWD fans in The Comic Book Set knew the truth behind Eugene’s story, we Prime Time Pollyannas found ourselves shaking our heads, time and time again, asking ourselves for the umpteenth time, “Is he lying, or for real, or what?”

(Well, dear readers, we all know where that road led us, somewhere on a deserted Georgia backroad, in the blazing Georgia sun, beside a broken down fire truck , a mere 300 yards & an overpowering stench away from a massive slaughterhouse overrun with thousands of walkers, where Eugene finally fessed up that he had been lying his ass off the whole time about having the cure…it became painfully apparent that the only thing Eugene seemed to have was a predilection for elaborate syntax, and a talent for lying his ass off to save “said ass.”)

Fast forward to Season 7, and here we are, balls-deep within the Saviors’ compound, and once again, Scott M. Gimple has brought us full-circle in Ep 711 (ha ha, prolly Eugene Porter’s favorite convenience store)  where we in TWD fandom find ourselves, once again, shaking our heads and asking ourselves, “Is Eugene lying, or for real, or what??”

What do you think, dear readers?  Do you think Eugene Porter has finally found a way to fully succumb to his innate cowardice, by selling his integrity for the comforts of a stocked fridge, comfy chair, and video games?

Or, is our man “Haircut” once again buying time by lying his ass off, playing Negan and the Saviors, while getting the inside deets on the workings within the Saviors’ compound while acting as the second-string doc for the doomed Dr. Carson?

(I want to believe the latter, but time will tell, I suppose.  All I gotta say is that I hope for Eugene’s sake that ol’ Dr. Carson left some medical books around, because it seems that Negan and his Saviors lead a lifestyle that tends to keep a medical doctor pretty busy

Eugene better get to reading up on doctoring and know what to do the next time one of Negan’s top officers, or wives, comes in needing medical attention, or we may have another “Doc in the fire” situation on our hands!) 

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Before we move to the pics and playlist portion of this post, dear readers, I would like to say a few words about Dwight.

I, personally, find myself very sympathetic to Dwight’s character, largely due to my growing admiration for the actor who plays him, Austin Amelio, and his standout portrayal of this complex, conflicted character.

To me, Dwight is the quintessential anti-hero.  I find myself fascinated by him. When we first met Dwight, we of course hated his ass, tying up our man, Daryl Dixon like that, holding a gun to his head…but, as the story of Dwight, Sherry, and poor, doomed, diabetic child-bride Tina unfolded, we saw a purity and light in Dwight, a man who risked his life to try to get his wife and her younger sister to safety despite almost insurmountable odds.

We saw that Dwight had resilience, and ingenuity, and a strong moral code…he was one who refused to kneel before a murderous despot, one who refused to kill the living because once a person has done that, there was no going back.

(Sherry’s reference in her note to Dwight to his “forgetting” things seems to have explained how he managed to forget where he parked the fuel truck after setting the overrun woods ablaze…and that tragic loss of memory, along with Tina’s unfortunate demise and the fact that the Saviors were closing in on them, fast, spurred Dwight and Sherry to steal away with Daryl’s motorcycle, and his crossbow, and head back to the compound to put themselves at Negan’s mercy.)

So, again, we TWD fans are conflicted…we feel sympathy for Dwight, then he does something that makes us hate him again, and again, and again…and then, as we are taken further into Dwight’s story, and we see how much he has suffered, all in the name of love for his wife, we find ourselves sympathetic to his plight once again.

It’s like a damn emotional rollercoaster, people!

I tell you, dear readers, as soon as I saw Dwight looking at that note in Daryl’s cell, recognizing his wife’s handwriting, I texted my TWD buddy, “Did Sherry dip, too?”  And of course, we got our answer soon enough, didn’t we?  Sherry’s long gone, probably in search of Daryl, so she can help our man, Daryl Dixon get his groove back and finally get some loving in this godforsaken walker apocalypse…it’s a bittersweet, hot pain, Daryl Dixon fans, but for me, it’s not as hurtful as my researching of “Did Daryl and Carol ever do the deed?”

As those of you who have read my past posts know, I have always felt completely sure that Daryl and Carol had a little FWB scenario at the prison before the Explodey Flu and subsequent shit hit the fan and fucked it all up for our sweet gang, sending them running from the burning prison, for their lives…well, after going IG comments-Battle Royale with some Daryl-obsessed tweens who let me know in no uncertain terms, emojis and shouty caps and all, that Daryl NEVER felt that way about Carol, I did a little researching on my own, and found an interview with Melissa McBride and Norman Reedus that seemed to confirm that while Daryl and Carol definitely had a sweet chemistry, and a brief fascination, which could have led to something,  it never really did.

So, basically, it seems that while Caryl shares a deep and special love for one another, nothing physical ever did transpire between them.

Heartbreaking, truly. πŸ’”πŸ’”

That confirmation rocked my world for a couple of days, I cannot lie. 

 I had always thought that Carol had scored a secret little win for cougars everywhere and got herself a little piece of the man that everyone wants in the dead of night at the prison…I pictured them slipping into each other’s prison cells for  a little something while the others slept, in that small space of time during the “30 Days Without An Accident.” 

So, as Abraham Ford once said, “I’m right and I’m wrong.” 

It seems that Daryl and Carol did share a mutual chemistry, which may have led to something, at some point, but apparently, nothing physical ever transpired between them.

Mother Dick.

I am somewhat consoled by the fact that the two actors did cop to a sweet crush between the two, and the fact that in real life, Norman Reedus is only three years younger than Melissa McBride, so suck on that, you ageist little Norman-stalkers.

Suck. On. That.

While I usually do not cop a combative tone in my posts, I do have little tolerance for haters.

Ageism, racism, sizeism and sexism are lame AF and should be challenged, both within ourselves and in the outside world, whenever possible.

So, dear readers and TWD family, I challenge each and every one of us to expand our perceptions of who, and what, is beautiful, desirable, and right in our world. People of all ages, all colors, all races, and all genders fall in love, and should be free to live their lives and express love without condemnation, or harm from others, for being simply who they are.

End of lecture…thanks for letting me vent.

Sorry for the snarky.  I love you guys, gals, and everyone in between, in all our imperfect and human moments. ❀img_6336img_6337img_6348img_6352img_6357img_6358

Playlist:

Kiss, “Calling Dr. Love”

Yeasayer, “I Am Chemistry”

Foo Fighters, “Low”

The White Stripes, “I’m Finding It Harder to be a Gentleman (Every Day)”

The Black Keys, “She’s Long Gone”

Ariel Pink, “Lipstick”

The Vines, “Into The Fire”

Talking Heads, “Take Me To The River’

Led Zeppelin, “Ramble On”

Nada Surf, “Where Is My MInd” (Pixies cover)

The Nichol Kings (Elle King), “Exes And Ohs (Extended Remix0”

The Verve, “Bittersweet Sumphony”

TWD S7, Ep9 “Rock In The Road”

  

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Negan’s Eulogy for Fat Joey:

“For anyone out there who loved the obese bastard as much as I did, I just wanna say a few words. Fat Joey wasn’t the most badass son of a bitch, but he was LOYAL.

He had a great sense of humor; in fact, we were joking about oral sex  with Lucille the other day.

Things will not be the same now that he’s dead…without Fat Joey, Skinny Joey is just…pshhhhhh…Joey, so it’s a goddamned tragedy.

So, let’s have a moment of silence.”

RIP Fat Joey β€

It truly is a goddamned tragedy.

Raise one if you got one for Fat Joey. (And for poor Joey, who was once Skinny Joey, but is now just Joey…I think your life just got a whole lot fucking more miserable, friend.)

Sux 4 u.

To Fat Joey!  β€ ❀

Β‘Viva la Ricksistance!  Β‘Viva le Rickyl!

#slay #rickyl #slay ❀😻❀❀ #twd #rickgrimes #daryldixon

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TWD Season 7, Episode 7, “Sing Me A Song”


Once again, dear readers, the hour is late, so  it is with real regret that I must be brief. I loved TWD Ep 707 so much, in all its terrible beauty, and had I more time and opportunity, I would worship this episode with the depth and the reverence it truly deserves. ❀️❀️

Stellar performances all around, but very special Deadies go to Chandler Riggs/Carl Grimes, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Negan, Scott M. Gimple, and, of course, Bear McCreary, for his haunting, on point soundtrack throughout the first half of TWD Season 7.

I got worry, as do we all. Send the love to Carl, Judith, Daryl, Michonne, Rick, Aaron, Rosita, Eugene, Maggie, Sasha, Jesus, Tara.  Father Gabriel. Enid. 

But not Spencer. Fuck Spencer. (Sorry, Austin Nichols.)

I am with you all in spirit tonight, TWD Family. ❀️ Bless Rick and our sweet, sweet gang.

Be well, gang. Stock up, take care of one another, and enjoy the playlist. πŸ’ž

“Sing Me A Song” Playlist:

Bjork, “Army Of Me”

Tori Amos, “Me And A Gun”

Amy Winehouse, “Back In Black”

Pretenders, “Kid”

Beastie Boys, “Girls”

Open Mike Eagle, “Ziggy Starfish (Anxiety Raps)”

The Cult, “Fire Woman”

Thin Lizzy, “Jailbreak”

Earth, Wind & Fire, “Sing A Song”

Omni, “Wire”

Th’ Faith Healers, “Mother Sky”

Led Zeppelin, “Four Sticks”

Morgana Stapleton, “You Are My Sunshine”

Cocteau Twins, “For Phoebe, Just A Baby”

TWD, Season 7, Episode 6, “Swear”

While I loved this episode so very much, this post will be so much more about the magic, and the vibe, and the playlist, which sprang to life today in a burst of sunlight, serendipity, song & sequence.

Negan and the Saviors are the most horrible dicks, ever. I mean, all boys over 10 years of age? That’s some evil shit, right there. I know Jeffrey Dean Morgan has to be all bonded with his character and all, but when he takes Negan’s side and talks about Rick and his people killing the 30+ Saviors at the satellite station, and blowing up Little Timmy and his band of biker dicks, and Carol shooting up Hiro and his crew, and Daryl, Abraham, and Rosita killing some of Dwight’s “dead friends” after Dwight killed Doctor Denise, I just have to say, “Nope.”

Sorry, but Rick Grimes and his people would never grift other communities after terrorizing them, forcing them into indentured servitude after beating one of their loved ones to death with a bat wrapped in barbed wire while the other community members were forced to kneel and watch.

Nope.

Rick Grimes would never have his people line up a row of men and boys from a community and gun them down, and then force the surviving, grieving women of the community to “produce” for him and his people.

Nope.

Sorry, Jeffrey Dean, love ya love and hate Negan, but Rick Grimes was just doing what he felt he needed to do, under pain, duress, and the need to feed his people, when he went on his stealth mission to the Savior outpost. All those other Savior slaughters were in self-defense.

Nope, sorry, no comparison.

Anyway, love seeing Tara again, love Cindy (“Our new Glenn!” says my WD buddy, to which I sing, “Hollah!”) and I find myself being very sympathetic to the women of the Oceanside, and generally approving of the Oceanside’s methods, even though they try to waste Tara on many occasions, which, at the end, was exceedingly uncool of them.

I do imagine that the Oceanside, with their impressive arsenal and tribal-style warfare, will show up again in our Season 7 in the near future. While I do hope they manage to stay hidden from Negan and the Saviors, the way Season 7 has been going, peeple, I am not betting on any peaceful seaside scenario playing out.

My guess? We will be seeing Cindy, and others of the Oceanside, soon enough, and my wish is that they will be joining the ranks of the Ricksistance.

Β‘Viva la Ricksistance!

There were many great moments in this episode, and I must leave it to you all this week to capture them, and post them, for me.

This week, I let Alanna Masterson, aka @lucytwobowsΒ on Instagram, provide the images for me.

see you soon, talking dead. ✌🏼

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Sand dudes. πŸ‘ŠπŸΌ

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You crushed it. @heysydneypark (you too @houseofvenskus)

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Pinky Swear Deadie goes to Tara, for keeping her word to Cindy. ❀

(And, Heath, I really hope you are ok, man.)

Much love, dear readers, and enjoy the Pinky Swear Playlist, a dreamy, sundrenched, salt-air breezy mix featuring some old favorites, as well as some hot newcomers (The Lemon Twigs, Munro Fox, and Amy Syed), splashed with with a double-dash of former favorites (Grimes’ “Kill V Maim” and ODESZA’s “Sun Models”), then topped off with double-shot of Led Zeppelin.

(I gotta say, gang, any TWD ep where I can kick off the playlist with Physical Graffiti’s iconic “Down By The Seaside” is a total win-win, in my book.)

❀ <3<3<3

Pinky Swear Playlist:

Led Zeppelin, “Down By The Seaside”

The Lemon Twigs, “These Words”

Munro Fox, “Hush”

Retrocity, “Games Without Frontiers” Β  (Was originally wanting to include Peter Gabriel’s original version of this classic song, but could not find on Spotify. I did, however, happen upon this amazing a capella version of the song by Retrocity, which I fell immediately in deep, hot love with. I think Peter Gabriel would approve.) ❀

ODESZA, “Sun Models” (feat. Madelyn Grant)

M.I.A., “Sunshowers”

Led Zeppelin, “The Crunge” (It’s all about the bridge, man.)

Goat, “I Sing In Silence”

Grimes, “Kill V. Maim”

Amy Syed, “Lonely Love”