WoW! I do love the Walking Dead...

I thank any and all Higher Powers, God included, for entertainment. Today that would be parts of several movies I watched, the Sunday Newspaper (even if it is only the Norwich Bulletin), some wonderful ghostly stories written by Chet Williamson (included in his award winning collection Figures In Rain), and the magnificent television production of the Walking Dead.
On a day like today, when I had trouble sleeping the night before, and symptoms of my auto-immune system disorder are giving me trouble, it's hard to enjoy being alive. But thanks to the wonderful world of entertainment, I can actually and truly appreciate the fact that I am conscious, and breathing. Even if I am having trouble finding any physical comfort.
So, the phenomenon of the Walking Dead...If you don't care for zombies, as in Night of the Living Dead, then this show is not for you. I find it to be one of the best, if not the best, show on tv. As any aficionado of the dead coming back to life knows, there is nothing that lays bare human dynamics (the interactions between people) more than letting loose an army of zombies. You end up sympathizing, even with those people you don't like, because their motivation is showing, so to speak. In other words, even if you despise their actions, you can still see why they act the way they do. But at the least, watching the show makes you appreciate living in a zombie free world...as far as you know...
Another high point of my day was catching some Harry Potter on tv, as well. The story of Harry Potter has a special place in my heart. The bleakness of our scientific, economic and technological way of life has bled a lot of the magic out of the world around us. And anything that reminds me that there is magic in every breath of air we breathe, even if we don't see it, well, to quote a character in Night At The Museum/The Smithsonian, that's just aces with me.
Anyroad (I do love that word), it's past my bedtime, and although Eddie is being quiet behind the sheet screening his cage for the night, I'm sure he prefers I stop typing. So, whatever you do, I hope you enjoy doing it. And, as my late Uncle Louie might have said, for crying out loud, have some fun...