My love of the walking dead comics, and confusion and disappointment on the show

I heard that the walking dead was "FUCKING AWESOME!" from my boyfriend, and after hearing there was a comic I decided to read the comic first to get the whole effect. In my opinion the comic was pure "FUCKING AWESOME!"...but the bad part is now I am watching the tv series. I'm not sure if reading the comic first was such a good idea now. All that's happening is that I am getting disappointed or frustrated, and my boyfriend says if all I'm going to do while watching the show is complain, he doesn't even want to see it with me.

What I imagine to be Rick's reaction to the show.

They took they original characters and made them a lot less bad ass, then they took out some characters and added some that didn't exist. Random black dude named "T-Dog" (really?) isn't my cup of tea, but Daryl seems pretty cool .A cross bow seems pretty dang ergonomic in this situation of the world. In a random interview I read,(this one) Kirkman even said that now Daryl is his favorite character and " I'm so jealous that I haven't had anybody use a crossbow in the comic book. I was totally asleep at the wheel on that one. I need to get some crossbow action in the comic now!" 


Some spoilers of the comic come after this line.

Why are they making all the characters less bad ass? Everyone should be carrying a gun by now, no questions about whether or not they should, and quit being so dumb. Why did t.v. show Glenn drive a car with the fucking alarm going off straight to the camp? Why couldn't he just leave it somewhere in the city and then run past the zombies who where distracted? Also the presence of Shane is making Rick fade into the background compared to the comic. I freaking love comic Rick, but AMC Rick is less bad ass....like everyone else. 

I really REALLY want Shane to die. He really shouldn't have made it to the second season. In the comic I had the nice little fulfillment of his death. He was starting to be a dick and was deluding himself about the military showing up to save them. Even though it totally only snows in Georgia about 2" annually, it was totally snowing in the book, but that's cool with me. Rick was all like "Yo, it's totally cold here. We should like, not be in the open, ya know?" and Shane was all like "FUCK YOU! I WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOUR WIFE MORE!" Then Carl, who is all bad ass and carrying a gun at all times at this point, shoots him in the neck after he started threatening rick. That's it. End of Shane story. But nooooo, AMC is too much of a pussy to have a kid shoot a dude. They rather have a douche bag dude for the audience to hate I guess.

Me: "Awesomesauce!"

I haven't seen all of season 2 yet, though

My issues with counting sheep

Sometimes, like all people I believe, I have problems going to sleep. Also, like most people, I have heard of the advice to "count sheep" and imagine them going over a fence and count them as they jump over. This is a relatively simple visual to imagine.

But then I start to question my identity. Who am I? Why am I watching sheep jump over a fence and counting them? Am a farmer who is just watching my flock escape the pen, but not caring enough to try and stop them, and instead I am just counting them? I would imagine that they wouldn't just find a random section of fence to jump over and would have a purpose of jumping. 

Maybe I am an evil farmer who tortures sheep, but have realized my evil ways, so I am watching them escape and just counting to see how many are left to jump? Or maybe I am not too evil of a farmer, but I have no clue how many sheep I have, so to count them I didn't feed them for a few days and put some food in a place they could see in an empty pen adjacent to the one they're in. Since these sheep only like to jump one at a time, I can count them all.

Then, when I'm not having the problem of "who am I?" I have issues on where all these sheep are going. My brain has to know their location and cannot just put them out of the frame like they do in cartoons. I then have problems with sheep piling up and they stop jumping because there is no where for them to land on the other side.

The strange white lumps behind him are more badly drawn sheep.

Then I think that maybe it is just the counting that is supposed to make people fall asleep. It makes sense, it is something we can do without thought, but it can still occupy our minds so that we stop worrying about how we aren't asleep yet and just fall asleep.

The problem I had with that, is that I felt some pride at getting to 100 then 200 and I think to myself "Yeah! When I wake up tomorrow, I'm going to tell everyone how high I counted and they're going to be so impressed!" I have no clue why this thought enters my head, because when I think about it later, it sounds so stupid. So, now I'm trying to get to the highest number possible, but I keep waking myself out of the progress I had made towards sleep because I'll hear myself screwing me out of my high score.

I can't help but wonder how many times I've done it before and didn't catch it. Finally I fall asleep wondering what's the point of life if I cannot even count right and nothing matters anyways. Thanks sheep!

Laundry and a special horse.

Yesterday, I went on a fantabulous adventure! By that, I mean I went and did laundry. I very rarely get out, so it always feels adventurous to me. I have to go to another town to get to a laundromat, only15 minutes away, so not too bad.

On the way there I saw this scene I have beautifully recreated for your viewing pleasure.

Some horses in a pasture are not uncommon in the area I live, but I noticed only one had a blanket thing. I couldn't help but wonder why only one horse would have one? Was it special-er than the other horses? Did the owner like that horse better because it was the white one? Did it belong to someone who didn't own the other two? 

I also wondered what the horses were thinking about this. Were they jealous that they weren't loved enough to have a green coat?

Or did they think it was really lame to have one on?

Or were they even aware of it or care? It probably was't all that important in their horsey lives, really...

Look at me! I can paint!

So, I love the legend of zelda and like to collect all the related paraphernalia. Sadly, this can start costing more that I can afford, so I need to get creative sometimes. These are some really cheap ass shoes, with some cheap ass paints, painted with some very cheap ass paint brushes.

They aren't completely finished and I need to touch up on somethings very badly. Like the horror that is adult link's face. They may be as finished as they will get though. I have become lazy towards them.