Once I realized that zombie was shearing his own face off, I lost it. That was one of the most horrifying things I’ve seen on television in recent memory. Also, don’t forget T-Dog, y’all.

You guys, it looks really bad when your lone black character only shows up for group scenes and has no story of his own. Every one else has a story. Give T-Dog a story.

What’s with the flagrant destruction of bottles? It’s the zombie apocalypse, people. No one is manufacturing bottles or any containers anymore. Maybe you should save them.

Thw thing about The Walking Dead is that it makes me think of these mundane, stupid things that make up our human lives. A house. A book. A 6th grader who’d invited me to a dance 23 years ago.

Zombies are like glitter. They’re most effective when used sparingly and strategically.

No one is going to say it? No one is going to point out the symmetry of zombies going through the motions of praying to a zombie? No one is going to point out the irony of praying to a zombie about the current zombie situation?

As the season finale of The Walking Dead approaches, I’ve been trying to figure out why I’m so affected by it. Part of it is that, I’ve finally found a show that’s irradiated the snark right out of me – a show that leaves me so flabbergasted and uncomfortable by the end that it actually shuts me up.