For the record, this marathon blog hit the pause button for breakfast. I made a breakfast burrito and was really irked to find that my Fred Meyer tortillas were all stuck to one another. Even warming them up couldn't break the little bastards apart, which left me with perilously thin spots. Fortunately, no leakage occurred this morning, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Kitty took off. She's outside now, and the sun is up and very bright. I have no plans to shower.
Where were we? Geez, only the third episode, ever. Despite this morning's lofty goals of applying critical theory to my blog, it's really just a run-down of episodes, isn't it? Fortunately, this isn't being graded, so I can do what I like. Hotcha!
The show begins with the Plight of Merle. He seems miserable, and has an unsightly burn already from ingesting too much of that hot Atlanta sun.
Meanwhile, our kids return to camp. Lots of hugs as people are reunited, like Andrea and her sister Amy, and... well, not Darryl with his brother Merle so much, sorry about that.
But. Oh. My. God. Lori jumps ship on Shane when she sees, of all folks, her dead husband emerge from the group. Yay! A little bit of sunshine in a bleak world.
Apocalypse Camp is much like Real Camp: there are nice kids, weird kids and jerks. Ed is our jerk. He bosses around the spineless Carol, whose close-cropped haircut is truly unfortunate and adds about 25 years to her age. They have spawned Sophia, a girl-child with no personality beyond fear of her father.
Also in camp: the annoying Dale. Why does Dale rub me the wrong way? Maybe his all-around sense of moral superiority (which will develop into full-blown martyrdom in season three, by the way). I am relieved that TV Dale has a neutral relationship with the much younger Andrea, which is not the case in the comics. The comics absurdly posit that the super-cool Andrea would have sex with an old, crabby dude, which I assume is just a male-anxiety-produced fantasy.
We eventually meet Daryl, who does not appear at all in the comics but has pretty much become the show's icon character. I was pretty much predestined to cherish him, for he appeared with Sean Patrick Flanery in "Boondock Saints." His bobble-head figurine graces my desk at work. Anyway, because Daryl is something of a cou rouge like his brother, he has been hunting in the woods and hence receives delayed news of his trapped brother. "I'm a goin' back!" Of course you are, Daryl!
It seems that many of them have an excuse to go back; Rick dropped a bag of guns, for starters. Off they go.
Emotional drama rears its lovely head as we get to know the campers. Shane confronts Lori, who is extremely rude to him. Turns out that Shane was the one who told her Rick was dead, so that's kind of understandable. But then again... he's so hot. Why can't she forgive him?
Shane sublimates his sadness by pummeling Ed, on the grounds that he is a dick to women.
The ladies take on lady duties, washing clothes and whatnot. We have learned that most people, understandably, don't know what to do with guns, so I can forgive this.
And back in Atlanta, all we find of Merle is a stump. A hand-stump, that is.
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