Brainiac

A few months back I started watching the television show Breaking Bad on Netflix. They had the entire first four and a half seasons on there. It was like reading a good book. The writing, the directing, and the acting were all so good I couldn't stop watching it. I finished up watching the final half of season five on AMC along with millions of other people. While browsing through available shows on Netflix Saturday, I came across something called The Walking Dead, also an AMC show. If it was anywhere near as good as Breaking Bad, it would be great. So Saturday afternoon, instead of watching hours of mind numbing college football, I watched three episodes of The Walking Dead. Later that evening I watched one more episode before going to bed. That turned out to be a very bad idea. If you haven't watched this television show, it's about zombies. It's about zombies and the few humans left who aren't infected with zombie juice. It is about how to kill zombies, and how to escape from being bitten by zombies. Basically, to kill a zombie you have to destroy its brain, and on The Walking Dead they destroy a lot of brains. They shoot bullets through them, they cleave them with hatchets, they send arrows through the skull, they stomp, they beat, and they pound zombie brains with whatever is handy. It all involves tons of blood and guts. I know it's all movie blood and guts, that it isn't real, but tell that to my subconscious. Tell that to my brain while it is trying to get some sleep. I woke up at least four times Saturday night with nightmares. Will I watch any more of this horrific show? Of course I will. I'll just not watch it in the evening, before bed. By the way, Mark ran screaming from the room during the second episode I watched, and never came back into the room. Now there's another good reason to keep watching it.