TWD’s VDay DDay: Season 6 Halftime Report


Before we begin our 2016 TWD Season 6 Halftime Report, we at barnfullawalkers would like to come out swinging our trusty bats (wrapped in barbed-wire, of course) and show our dear readers the love with this humble offering, the My Bloody Valentine’s Day Playlist, featuring 18 songs celebrating the many phases, stages, and rages of love.

Happy Valentines Day, and Happy TWD Season 6 Mid-Season Premiere Day, #TWDFamily!  You, and our post ZA family of Rick and the sweet gang, well, you all complete me.

So, thanks for that, and for that, I offer this:

❤ ❤ My Bloody Valentine’s Day Playlist ❤ ❤

alan rickman angel


Now that we’ve gotten our groove on, there are a few key points I’d like to address before we take a few last deep breaths before diving once again into The First Four Minutes of TWD’s Episode 609, “No Way Out.”

First off, I’d like to raise a cheers to the news that barnfullawalkers has officially upgraded and is now on the new, swanky “Premium plan,” which basically means, pictures are back!  Yes!

<whistles, cheers, catcalls, guitar solos, lighters held high in the air, stage-diving>

Also, I have been going back and editing previous posts, not so much for content (although there has been a little tidying up in that direction), but more for fixing errors, typos, and adjusting font and punctuation where, and when, indicated.

Editing is truly a humbling endeavor, and I am finding that it must happen on many levels if one is going to strive to make their work as seamless as possible.  What I try for when I write, and edit, is to make what I am saying sound as natural, organic, conversational as possible.

So, for those frequent readers who like to revisit past posts, and playlists, you may see some slight changes in the way the posts look, and hopefully, much improvement.  In addition, due to the swanky new premium plan, there are many more formats and options available to play with, so will most likely be getting a bit of a makeover in the writing interim.

At barnfullawalkers, we strive always for upward momentum, evolution, and maximum awesomeness as we ship our favorite show. ❤


And now, dear readers, without further ado, let us revisit The First Four Minutes of TWD’s Episode 609, “No Way Out”:

(All images used in this post are screen caps from AMC’s The Walking Dead unless otherwise specified.)

At first, it all seemed to be going pretty well…

opening shot truck wheel

After managing to survive the ambush that separated them, and their respective adventures, Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham reunited, armed with a full fuel truck, a new grenade launcher, and some new duds for Abraham to go a’ courting in…


opening daryl shot

I am not sure exactly what Daryl is looking at in this opening shot, but it is not the first time I have wondered what he is thinking about…it looks like he is checking the side view mirror, maybe looking for a glimpse of his stolen motorcycle and crossbow? (Man, and he had just gotten that bike finished and tweaked out just the way he wanted it…poor guy!) Fate and fortune can be treacherously fickle, Daryl Dixon…one minute they smile upon you, the next minute, they are crushing you under their stiletto heels and laughing. 

opening abraham sasha shot

Abraham and Sasha, riding shotgun, spot something up ahead on the road…

shot 3 bikes

Shit. This is probably in the top ten worst possible scenarios to roll up on…

shot 4 come on out

…biker dicks armed to the teeth with guns and attitude, parked and waiting in formation, blocking the road. Daryl slows, stops the fuel truck about ten yards away from the gang. What else can he do? One well-aimed shot from one of their guns can blow up a fuel truck full of flammable gas. The front dick (who I nicknamed Snidely until a real name is assigned to him) beckons with his hand, calls, “Whyontcha come on out? Join us in the road?”

shot 4 it's goin well right outta the gate

As Abraham, Sasha, and Daryl slowly file out of the truck, regarding the men warily, Snidely taunts them, “That’s great…goin’ well right out of the gate.

shot 5 hand over your weapons

“Step 2,” Snidely instructs, beckoning again with his hand, “Hand over your weapons.”


shot 6 daryl looking fine and vibing

Shot of Daryl, looking majorly fine vibing Snidely and all his asshole flunkies.

shot 7 daryl why should we growly

“Why should we?” Daryl growls softly. (Man, I seriously love when Daryl gets all soft and growly like that. You tell ’em, Daryl Dixon!) ❤

“Well, they’re not yours,” replies Snidely, snidely.

shot 8 sasha  well they're not yours  whose are they

“Whose are they?” asks Sasha Fierce, soft and growly, with full wildcat ready 2 pounce attitude. ❤


shot 9 dude

Snidely cuts a look at Sasha seems he, and his ilk, do not enjoy uppity females as much as I do.

shot 10 your property now belongs to negan

Snidely takes a step closer towards Sasha, informs her, Abraham, and Daryl that, “Your property now belongs to Negan.

shot 11 pan out standoff

After a terse silence, Snidely adds, “If you can get your hands on a tanker, you’re people our person wants to know.” 

shot 13 so lets get those side arms shall we  lets go right now

Snidely then steps over to Daryl. “So, let’s get those side arms, shall we?” while we TWD fans get a super beautiful shot of Daryl’s side arms and triceps.


shot 14 daryl hot defiance

Daryl’s look says it all.


snidely clocking daryl

Snidely beckons with his fingers, again, prompts, “Right now.” As Daryl reaches back for his sidearms, we can see Snidely checking him out, Dirty Joe-style. Man, these greasy bad guys really are super duper gay for Daryl!

shot 15 daryl holds up handgun

Daryl does not break his gaze from Snidely as he hands him his gun…


shot 16 dick takes the gun

Snidely quickly takes the handgun.


shot 17 head dick has a twinkle in his eye and a daryl boner

“Thank you,” says Snidely, brightly, a twinkle in his eye and a #DarylBoner in his dirty trousers.

shot 19 sashas turn

Next, it’s Sasha’s turn. Tapping Daryl’s handgun, Snidely steps up to Sasha Fierce, and she silently hands him her firearm. “Thank you,” he whispers, and Sasha lets out a small laugh, like, “Motherfucker, if I only could, your brains would be all over this asphalt right about now.”

shot 20.1 abraham side look

Next, Snidely steps up to Abraham, who continues to look away, not acknowledging Snidely at first…

shot 21 abraham is like fuck you

After a significant sigh from Snidely, Abraham finally slides his gaze down, regards the man with a look that silently mirrors Daryl’s unspoken sentiment: Fuck you.

shot 22 dick looks up at abraham

shot 23 dick sez if u have to eat shit...

“If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. Goes quicker.” Sounds like this advice is coming straight from a man who knows.

shot 27 abraham takes dicks shit wisdom in

Abraham says nothing to this…

shot 28 abraham hand on gun

…and after a moment, reaches his hand down for his pistol…

shot 29 abraham slides gun out

…slowly slides it out of the holster…

shot 30 abraham hands over gun

…and silently hands his weapon over to Snidely.

shot 32 dick mouths thank you

Snidely’s lips curl as he mouths, “Thank you,” to Abraham.

shot 33 sasha who are you people

As Snidely saunters back to his bike with their weapons, Sasha Fierce crosses her arms and asks, “Who are you people?”

shot 34 i get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves

“I get the curiosity,” Snidely replies, striding back to his bike and handing the weapons to one of his goons, “but we have questions ourselves…”

shot 35 and we'll be the ones asking them while we drive you home  take a gander at wherever you hang your hats

“…and we’ll be the ones asking them, while we drive you back to wherever it is you call home…take a gander at where you hang your hats.

shot 35 dick raises finger first, though

Snidely raises his finger, as if remembering something. “First, through,” he says…

shot 35.a your shit

“…your shit.” Snidely looks at Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham, his hand outstretched, waiting. “What have you got for us?”

shot 37 what have you got for us  yeah, you just took it daryl sez

“Yeah, you just took it,” Daryl replies.

shot 38 dick looks at daryl

Snidely looks at his man-crush a moment…

shot 39 dick smiles, looks down, shakes his head c'mon, can we not, ok

…before looking down, with a regretful smile, and shaking his head. He looks back at Daryl with a pained look. “C’mon, I mean, can we not? Ok?”

shot 40 theres more

“There’s more, continues Snidely.

shot 41 there is ALWAYS more

“There is always more.”

At the trio’s refusal to budge, Snidely gives one more mock-regretful sigh and turns to one of his goons.

shot 42 t, take our man to the back of the truck, work your way to the front bumper

T, take my man to the back of the truck, start inside of the back bumper, work your way to the front.” Snidely straddles his bike as the goon shoves Daryl towards the back of the truck.

shot 43 abraham and sasha are wanting to smash

Abraham’s gaze follows Daryl and the goon back as Sasha stretches her neck, trying to tamp down her rage at what is happening.


shot 44 bite chew swallow

“Bite, chew, swallow, repeat,” Snidely reminds them, snidely.


shot 45 abraham whos negan

In reply, Abraham demands, loudly, “Who’s Negan?” (Ha ha, yes, how I love you, Abraham. You rule so hard.)

shot 46 dick sez ding

And, in reply to that, Snidely cocks the handgun he is holding and points it at Abraham. “Ding, dong, hell’s bells,” he sings out. “You see, usually, we introduce ourselves by just popping one of you right off the bat, but you seem like reasonable people.”

shot 48 i mean, you're sportin dress blues, for chrissake

Snidely turns to Abraham, laughs, “I mean, you’re sportin’ dress blues, for chrissake.” (Ugh, I knew those bad guy dicks were going to mock Abraham’s outfit! Assholes!)

shot 49 you know how awkward it is carpooling w someone who's friend or friends you just killed

Snidely continues, “And like I said, we’re gonna drive you back to where you were, and do you know how awkward it is carpooling back with someone whose friend, or friends, you’ve just killed?”

shot 50 dick makes mock grimace

Snidely then rolls his eyes in a mock-grimace, as if remembering all those awkward carpools he had to suffer through in his shady past of being a murdering flunky.

shot 51 but i told you not to ask any questions, and then what does this ginger to

“But,” Snidely continues, narrowing his eyes and pointing the gun at Abraham, “I told you not to ask any questions.”

shot 52 abraham and sasha

“And what does this ginger do?”

shot 53 so that's that  I don't want u to get the wrong impression of me

“So,” concludes Snidely, “that’s that.” Snidely puts his hand to his chest and widens his eyes in mock-earnestness. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me,” and with that, Snidely releases the safety and points the handgun, about to pull the trigger…

shot 54 wait!

“Wait!” calls Sasha, hurriedly, fearfully.

shot 55 abraham looks at sasha

Abraham turns to look at her. (Wow, maybe she does like you after all, bud!)

shot 56 sasha takes deep breath, says again, lower, wait

With all eyes on her, Sasha Fierce takes some deep breaths, composes herself. “Wait,” she says again, slowly, more forcefully.

shot 57 dick pauses, waits

Snidely waits.

shot 58 you don't have to do this  in reply, pulls out another pistol, points at sasha

“You don’t have to do this,” Sasha begins, and in response, Snidely narrows his eyes, reaches in his jacket, and pulls out another pistol, points it at Sasha.

shot 59 abraham says shut up

Keeping his eyes on Snidely, Abraham says, out of the side of his mouth, “Shut up.”

shot 60 sasha replies i am talking to the man

Sasha Fierce looks back at Abraham, completely annoyed, and whispers, “I am talking to the man.”

shot 61 dick sez no, you're not

“No,” Snidely disagrees…

shot 62 you're not

“…you’re not.

shot 63 sasha looks scared, abraham

And with those words, Snidely releases the safety on the second pistol…

shot 64 sasha prepares for death

…and Sasha and Abraham stand, bracing themselves…

shot 65 bear mccreary music swarms, builds, dick points guns

…as the Bear McCreary music swarms and builds.

Damn, only the first four minutes of Episode 609, and I am already majorly stressed out! I am seriously hoping Daryl Dixon is back there, choking ol’ T out behind the back bumper or some shit…Baby Jesus, send us a miracle!

And now, because we could all really use a laugh right about now, ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the Halftime Report Halftime Show, brought to you by Bad Lip Reading:


Meanwhile, back at Alexandria, things aren’t going much better inside the breached walls…

rick carl porch 1 ep 609

Beslimed in walker blood and guts, Rick leads the way, holding Carl’s hand as he leads the group through the sea of walkers who keep streaming through the walls’ opening, swarming around the streets of Alexandria.

rick gang porch 1 ep 609

The group surveys the swarm of walkers they must walk through.

rick stay calm close up

We hear Rick’s voice as he begins to move through the walkers, from back inside the house when he was outlining the plan, coaching the others, “Stay calm.

michonne stay calm close up

We see a close up of Michonne, looking like a badass as she moves her way through the walkers.

sam close up ep 609

Close up shot of Sam, looking frightened, as Rick’s voice continues, “We can move right through ’em.”

jessie close up ep 609

We see a close up of Jessie, making her way past fearsome looking walkers as we hear Sam’s voice call to her, “Mom!” We hear one of the walkers begin to snarl, agitated at the sound of the little boy’s voice.

walkers up close

VDay Walker be like, “Dude, I thought they said this was gonna be a kegger.”

sam close up 2 ep 609

We hear Rick’s voice-over, again, “We don’t draw attention,” as Sam’s face shows his growing panic as the group makes their way through the walkers. “Mom!” Sam calls again, more loudly.

rick looks back like wtf sam

Rick looks back, like, “What the shit?

Ugh, gang…I’ve got a bad feeling about this!

Gear up, people…if the interviews and the buzz surrounding the second half of TWD’s Season 6 are any indication, we are going to get our asses handed to us by Kirkman, Gimple, Nicotero and Co. on a tarnished silver platter, piled high with fake blood and guts, with a smile and a few words of friendly advice:

“Bite, chew, swallow, repeat.”

Until Sunday, loves. Stock your coping larder, and get ready for a wild ride when The Walking Dead Season 6 mid-season premiere airs on Sunday night, February 14th at 9 p.m. Eastern.

Happy Bloody Valentine’s Day, and because we are all in this together, I leave you with some lovely pictures from the Entertainment Weekly TWD spread.

But first, A Message of Love for our sweet gang, and for TWD fans worldwide, from David Bowie and Lemmy Kilmister:



The Walking Dead, Season 6, Episode 8 “Start To Finish”

“Start To Finish”

Before we begin, tribute must be paid to a legend.

Rock In Paradise, Scott Weiland.  Thanks for changing our lives forever. ❤


RIP (Rock In Paradise), Scott Weiland Playlist 


Much sadness with this passing of a true artist, and much love to Weiland’s family and friends. The world lost a great one, and we are lucky to have the lasting gift of his music to remember him by, and to dream to.

STP Forever

Now, darlings, this initial post on “Start To Finish” is going to be regrettably brief, due to necessity and the onslaught of the holiday season. I had wanted to rewatch Episode 608, capture (& post) the many iconic photo moments, and celebrate the beauty, bravery, and delicious mayhem of it with you all, but such things will have to wait until after the new year.

I do promise that when the “Start To Finish 2.0” post comes, it will be super fabulous. We will get in there, loves, and we will rake the muck, muddy the waters, and hash all that shit out.

And, above all else, we will give the love to all the sweet peeps: Rick, and the gang (which now includes all of Alexandria), Glenn and Enid, and especially to Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham, who have driven up onto a motley biker gang, and a world of shit.  Sending love, Daryl, Sasha, Abraham. Stay strong, stay together, if you can! ❤

Most of all, much love and mad props to Deanna Monroe (and to Tovah Feldshuh, the incredible actress who played this character to perfection.<3)

While I am feeling of touch of the ol’ Post Dick Guilt Syndrome (PDGS) from my lack of belief in the method to Deanna’s temporary madness in Episode 607, we all know that I have been heaping praise upon Deanna’s (and Tovah’s) badassness ever since we met her in Season 5’s “Remember,” after Abraham bellowed Chris Hardwick’s fave line, “Who’s Deanna?” and we TWD fans witnessed the first of many epic exchanges between Rick Grimes and Deanna Monroe.

Who’s Deanna? Deanna Monroe is a badass, full of strength, heart, and wisdom, who left Rick, Michonne, and the sweet gang, including her community of Alexandria, a legacy of love, of family, and of hope for a future…a life worth living, beyond mere survival…a chance, perhaps, to flourish, to finish the dream that Deanna and Reg Monroe started.

In Memory of an incredible mid-season finale episode, and an amazing woman, Deanna Monroe, I present to you, dear readers, the “Who’s Deanna?” Playlist,  which features a bevy of badass female musical artists, as well as Louis Armstrong, who could always abide and hang with the ladies.

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Have a safe and happy holidays, loves, and enjoy the playlist.

“Who’s Deanna?” Playlist:

Curve, “Hell Above Water”

Th’ Faith Healers, “Heart Fog”

Goat, “Talk To God”

Cat Power, “Free”

Bjork, “Army Of Me”

Queen Latifah, “U.N.I.T.Y.”

Carole King, “It’s Too Late”

Cocteau Twins, “Lorelei”

Susannah and the Magical Orchestra, “Love Will Tear Us Apart”

Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, “Dream A Little Dream Of Me”
























The Walking Dead, Season 6, Episode 5, “Now”


I must admit, gang, it was with some trepidation that I sat down to watch this past week’s episode of The Walking Dead, “Now.”  

It seems pretty safe for me to speak on behalf of the entire TWD fanosphere when I say that Season 6, at this point, has been royally kicking our collective asses up and down the bloodstained streets of Alexandria (and beyond).

While I have been predicting this grim inevitablility for some time now, citing the Law of Kirkman like a mantra (“Kirkman does as Kirkman wants, and Kirkman can, and will, play with our emotions…it’s nothing personal, it’s how he do.”) while discussing coping mechanisms and Daryl Partners at great length and detail, I still have found myself as lost, heartbroken, and haunted as the next TWD fan by the soul-shattering plot twists, murderous mayhem, and freefall cliffhangers that Season 6 has served us thus far.

So, it was a truly a pleasant surprise to emerge from the watching of TWD Episode 605 happy, relieved, and relatively unscathed…plus, I had a nice buzz on from the couple of “coping mechanism coldies” I enjoyed during the watching.

While Glenn’s fate remained a mystery, there were no significant casualties (excepting: Deanna’s will to live, along her term as Alexandria’s leader; Spencer’s sobriety; some crappy Wolf Walker who was reanimating under somebody’s porch; Alexandria’s walker cherry; and, finally, the one poor suicide bride that Jessie had to rekill, employing Andrea’s invaluable “Here’s a knife in your eye” technique before turning and informing her horrified Alexandrian viewing audience, “This is what life looks like fight, or you die.).

It made me downright gleeful to see Rick Grimes sprinting like an Olympian back to the gates in those first moments of Episode 605, killing himself a swath of undead along the way, remaining intact, uninfected, and hotter than ever. And then, in true Rick-In-Charge fashion, our man immediately began the business of sexy multitasking, getting in done in his inimitable style, and even stealing a long-awaited kiss from Jessie in the garage at the episode’s end (which has pretty much become their love den at this point.)

And, speaking of lip-locks, I, for one, was cheering aloud when Denise unburdened herself of her fears, self-doubts, and overall paralysis and came out of the medical supplies closet, finally opening up her medical book, getting some doctoring going, and bravely pasting one on Tara in a “It’s the end of the world!” moment of abandon.

Did not see that one coming, and all I have to say is, “You go, Denise!”

Episode 605 also served us up with a highly entertaining round of Teen Tap Out between Carl “I Stole Your Girlfriend” Grimes and Ron McSlappy (the accursed hellspawn of Petey McBeaty, and heir apparent, apparently, of his father’s rage issues and general sliminess. I hope Rick gets his usual on-target read on that kid, whom I trust about as far as I could throw him, right over the wall, and into the horde of Hangry, Hangry Walkers.)

Now, darlings, while this tantilizing teen shove-match did serve us many peals of hilarity (both in the happening, and in countless social media postings afterward) I will say that unless a young person has been studying some form of marital arts in his/her formative years, a first real fight is sure to be awkward as all get-go, and will not win any style points.

I remember my first real fight, aside from scrapping with older siblings…I was old enough to know better, but young enough not to care.  It was many years ago, at a late night afterparty I was at with my boyfriend at the time.  As I remember, I was on call for work, and had an actual pager clipped to my purse (yes, darlings, I realize that I am really dating myself with this statement). Some drunk kid sporting greasy blond dreadlocks and unfortunate facial tattoos came lurching up to the group I was with and fell into my little boyfriend, knocking him to the ground.

I turned to the red-haired girl the drunk kid was with and told her to take her drunk-ass friend home, and she and I immediately launched into a she-match shit-talk exchange of profanity-laden threats and insults. As she turned to leave, the red-haired girl tossed a “Fuck you, bitch, over her shoulder along with her lit cigarette, which landed bullseye on my cheek, the hot cherry of it searing a burn about an inch or so under my right eye.

What happened next goes into the annals of “Defining Moments of A Life,” namely, my life.  I am sure you have heard, and read, the line many times where someone was so angry, so incensed, that they “saw red.” Well, darlings, for the first and only time, thus far, in my life, in that moment, when I felt the double burn of Hot Cherry’s last-word diss and the firey end of her cigarette burning a hole in my cheek, I saw red.

Like, for real. A hot, red, slo-mo, Rick Smash!-style murderous haze enveloped me as I stood in shock, watching Hot Cherry toss her long red ponytail and saunter away, my cheek burning, my mind spinning, as I realized, That bitch just fucking flicked her cigarette at me, and it landed on my cheek, and it FUCKING BURNED MY FACE!” 

And so, dear readers, in my slo-mo, red, murderous haze, with an Altoid-sized circular burn beginning to blister my right cheek and a primal scream of fury roaring rampant inside my brain, I strode up behind Hot Cherry’s retreating form, reached out, and yanked back her head by her long, red ponytail. As I yanked her head back, her wide-eyed shock and surprise was pretty great to see (she definitely did not see that coming!). As Hot Cherry looked up at me, and I looked down at her, I realized that I was gripping a fistful of her ponytail with my right hand…and I am right-handed.

Well, darlings, as I said, aside from going battle royale with my older siblings as we were growing up, this was my first real fistfight.  I had no idea how to throw a punch (even though I fronted tough and had thrown countless on-point punches in my rich imaginary world, where I had the starring role of sexy warrior goddess in the realm of Motoko Kusanagi, Xena Warrior Princess, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer). In real life, I had no idea how to throw a punch, and I certainly did not know how to throw a punch with my left, non-dominant hand.

So, in a moment of dawning realization that felt like it lasted an entire year, I looked at Hot Cherry, and she looked at me, her long red ponytail gripped tightly in my right hand, and with a feline growl, Hot Cherry lunged at me, and we began grappling in a girly, hair-pulling, mid-90’s version of Carl and Ron’s sissy slap-fight.

It all felt so surreal, and slow motion, as Hot Cherry and I hissed and slapped and pulled at one another. I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, I’m really going to get my ass kicked,” because I really had no earthy idea how to fight anyone, and there I was, in the beginning throes of a full-party brawl that I had pretty much started.

While I had gotten some good ones in on my sisters, back in the day, it had been years, and in all that time, I effectively had fronted so tough, and kept myself in good shape, so nobody really ever tried me. Until now.

Now, as time slowed down and the world closed in, Hot Cherry and I pulled each other to the ground, scrapping and mewing and rolling around in the grass (the dudes at the party must have been like, “Yes!”).  I remember looking up and seeing the entire party pile in above us, like some sort of fight tsunami. All around us, above us, fists were flying, kids were scrapping, punching, shoving, knocking each other down, kicking at each other.

Thanks to me, and my burned cheek, and my murderous haze, the party had become one mass brawl.

Hot Cherry must have gotten pulled away by a friend, because I lost her in the crush of people who descended upon us. I kept expecting to get my ass kicked, my face punched, tackled, slapped, but surprisingly, no blows landed on me as I crouched down under the fray that raged all around me. A moment later, the sea of bodies parted, and I resurfaced for a brief moment, coming to standing, and facing, of all people, the greasy blond drunk kid with facial tattoos who had knocked into my little boyfriend, starting the whole mess in the first place.

As the party fight raged under us, the drunk kid with the greasy blond dreads and facial tattoos regarded me, swaying, with glassy eyes, and I regarded him, and before his impaired reflexes could react, I clenched my right hand into a fist, wound back, and punched that drunk kid square in the nose, and he went down, ladies and gentlemen. That. Bitch. Went. Down.

Between you and me, that kid was super drunk, barely able to stand in the first place. One way or another, he was going down, anyway, but when my fist connected with his face, dropping him, I tell you, dear readers, that shit was a rush like none other.

My inner celebration was short lived, because I promptly got pulled back into the fray, and the fight once again closed in on top of me, until I felt a strong pair of arms circle around my waist and pull me out of the melee…it was my friend, Erik, who got me safely away and chided me for getting myself into the whole mess in the first place.

Later, my buddy Bryan recounted my shining knock-out moment to my boyfriend (who was not amused, was pretty pissed, actually, and blamed me for ruining the whole night with my Fight Club antics…needless to say, we broke up soon after), saying, “Katie punched that dude right in the face, and he went down like a friggin’ bowling pin!  It was awesome!

And so, the next morning, as I walked home across town from pissed-off boyfriend’s apartment, sporting a good-sized hangover and an Altoid-sized circular burn on my right cheek, I felt like I had crossed over into another realm of my life, like I had gained entry into another tier of existence: Welcome to Badass Country.

My head hurt, my cheek burned, but damn, it felt good to be a gangsta.

Deadie this week goes to Lauren Cohan, and her character, the lovely and beloved Maggie Greene, for being so beautiful, and brave, and who is embarking on the journey of new motherhood.  Much love to Maggie Greene, and to Lauren Cohan, for an amazing performance, and for being one of the most beautiful criers I have ever seen.

If Glenn does not return, it is some small consolation that Maggie will be under the loving care and dotage of Aaron and Eric, the cutest gay uncles any baby or beautiful young single mom could ask for.

And, dear fans and readers, as you know, the buzz about the TWD world community is that the role of Negan has been cast, and it’s none other than the super-tasty Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who is really a perfect choice to play the brutal, charismatic sociopath. If this news is indeed true (and it seems confirmed by a tweet from Robert Kirkman himself), then I am alternately experiencing total excitement, total elation, and total dread…a dizzying, heady, strangely thrilling combination.

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Until next week, darlings.  Stay safe, stay strong, and enjoy the playlist, which is at times brooding, loungy, lovelorn, and full of new resolve.


Perfume Genius, “Queen”

Thomas Newman, “Any Other Name”

Zero 7, “Destiny”

Moby, “Porcelain”

Bravery, “Believe”

Joywave, “Now”