Jorge Garcia was a guest star on How I Met Your Mother last night. He played “The Blitz,” an old college buddy of Ted and Marshall’s, a guy who always leaves just before something totally awesome happens. For the first half of the episode, all he said was “Aw, man” after he found out what he’d missed. Then his curse was lifted and he got to say more, including a couple of Lost shout-outs. When Zoey dares Marshall to send a photo of “his junk” to a total stranger, Barney asks people to shout out random numbers. “4, 8,15,16,23, 42,” Jorge says. Later, when Barney offers to bribe him into being “the Blitz” again, he begs off, saying he was trapped on “that island” for what seemed like an eternity.
I’m liking the new addition, Zoey (Jennifer Morrison from House), especially the way she is becoming integrated into the group and is now one of Ted’s friends. How things can possibly progress any further between them is a bit of a mystery, but there’s definite chemistry.
No new Castle last night. Bummer.
Is it a tradition that House has to challenge God at least once a season? We get it already that he already thinks he’s bigger than God. Probably bigger than John Lennon. And what a disaster of a wedding that was. All the couples got into pissing contests, and none of the attendees gave the happy couple’s marriage any shot of surviving.
One of the most devastating aspects of a zombie apocalypse is thinking about everyone you ever knew turned into one of those creatures. When the two sisters were in the boat at the beginning of this week’s The Walking Dead, the younger one speculated that maybe their parents had survived. The unspoken subtext is the unthinkable: their loving parents are now flesh eating dead folk. Ew. The whole mission-to-Atlanta-to-get-guns had me wondering about whether there were other, less dangerous sources of guns. Certainly there are gun shops out in the country, right? We don’t know how thoroughly things have been picked over already, but I’d at least explore that possibility. And the running gag about Rick’s hat was just too over the top. You don’t stop to pick it up when zombies are converging on you—especially not Glen, to whom it means nada. I like Glen, though. The man with a plan. A former pizza delivery guy who knows the importance of mapping out alternate routes. And what happened to the one-handed redneck? He stole the van, presumably, but he didn’t make it back to camp.
The scene with the Vatos had its charm. The world hasn’t really changed (“same as it ever was”) and old tensions, animosities and hostilities remain. I liked that the old woman took Rick’s hand as she guided him through (the valley of the shadow of death) to the guy with asthma, and the three mean, killer dogs were a hoot. What did it all mean to the show, ultimately? It delayed them from getting back in time, I guess. They were the cavalry that showed up just a minute or two too late to save everyone. Question: do we really need to have another post apocalyptic story where someone inexplicably becomes prescient? And, following up, I think we could have done without Jim’s parting shot. “I remembered my dream and why I had to dig all those holes.” We got it. The shot alone told us everything.
My favorite character is Dale (Jeffrey De Munn), the philosopher who keeps up the RV lookout station, winds his watch daily and quotes Faulkner. “Had I been informed of the impending apocalypse, I would have stocked up,” he says when someone upbraids him for not having any wrapping paper. The carnage at the end was brutal, though. Carnage, I say.
