Chop Chop.

The dead wood has been cut.
I clearly didn't need those 221,440 words.
Now it's time to read, and see if there's anything there.
And cut some more.
(Frankly, losing another 100,000 or so words wouldn't hurt.)

Most people would be happy not to be attacked.

Not him.
He finds it insulting.

Oh no!

I know that I wasn't supposed to laugh during The Walking Dead.
I know that I was supposed to be scared or shocked when the walkers started falling through the ceiling.
But when that one fell and exploded, I laughed.
It looked like one of those Capri Sun people had tripped.
Or Kool-Aid Man.
And I might or might not have said, "No!  Kool-Aid Man!"
Seriously, the walker that got hung up by his intestines barely bled and this one exploded.
So if we don't see much blood the rest of the season, we'll know why.
They used up the Blood Budget in episode one.
Everything else is ketchup.
And those packets can be hard to open.

It's fine.

Because that's how you really want to describe the Emmy Award winning show.
(Even if it's the truth.)