The Walking Dead returned last night. I have yet to watch it, but from the one-minute preview I saw online, I think we need a reminder of the rules governing survival in the zombie apocalypse wasteland. However, that whole brain-to-finger thing isn't working this morning, and my attempts at typing such a list are proving futile. And I'm getting distracted really easily. See, I've been working on this post for an hour with nothing doing. I was compiling a list from various film sources.
The quick version: Travel with a buddy. Make sure they're competent in their fighting abilities. Make sure they can read a map so you don't crash while driving. Bonus if they're the of the opposite sex. Don't get attached in case you have to trip them to give yourself time to get away. Learn how to use a gun. Also, carry a cricket bat. Pool cues just snap after one hit. Stockpile water. Sleep in a high place, preferably a tree, and strap yourself in so you don't fall. Trust no one.
They're all good rules, but some are counter-intuitive. I suppose you could just fake it 'til you make it, if you have to.
Also, how come no one told me there was a new show on AMC called Comic Book Men? Kevin Smith may have burned some bridges and pissed people off with his air travel antics and the marketing job of Red State, but I'd watch that show.
Now...time for some Vick's in the nose and some steam. Then, sleep. Catch you on the flippity flop, yo.
Word to the Nerd