STILL DEAD AND WALKING AFTER ALL THESE YEARS (SEEMS LIKE)

I got hooked on watching THE WALKING DEAD back in the first season, just because I wanted to see what my teenager and his friends were so engrossed in. I hated the crude scenes of violence, especially the graphic ways zombies were killed. But I saw that my son and his friends were as much into it for the technical skill used in creating such realistic gore as they were the calculated shock value of it all.

And then I got hooked on the characters and the broad stroked moral dilemma(s) the show pivots on. And after tonight's show I have another reason. A friend I haven't seen since I left L.A. (except on Facebook) is the new bad guy, and in tonight's show he had some lengthy close ups that let me see how he's aging at least, and he looks more handsome and rugged than ever with his gray hair and goatee (or whatever you call his beard). To see the difference, go back a few weeks on this blog where I put up the batch before last of photos from my L.A. days and you'll see him in a polaroid standing over me at my 50th birthday party over two decades ago.

Life goes on. And the TV dead keep walking.