So I’ve just finished watching season six of The Walking Dead. Yes, I realize season seven is about to start and I am way behind the curve. This doesn’t bother me. I had to wait till the local library system stocked it. I put myself on a waiting list bright and early and WAIT I did! I don’t mind. As long as I get to see it – and I was able to avoid any spoilers in advance, which considering I live, if somewhat peripherally, in the modern world, that is saying something.
There’s a few things I want to note. Having focused on zombie attire in the past, I found myself again staring at the clothes particularly in that there were large zombie scenes in season six, with hundreds of zombies dragging along. And per usual, there were way too many long sleeves, long pants, and long skirts. It makes NO sense. Georgia! Hot! No seasons depicted on the show whatsoever – always nice moderate temps. Dowdy, skin-covering clothes? In Atlanta? And cardigans! Lordy, do they like to put those zombie ladies in some cardigans!
But I think I’ve got it figured out. Zombie makeup is expensive and time-consuming. Any bare skin has to be zombie-fied. Therefore most zombies are covered up in clothes, albeit raggedy ones by the time we see them, particularly with crowd scenes to save expense and trouble. This is my best guess.
Now I want to discuss dental hygiene. The survivors have all been in this “new world” for two years. That’s two years without regular dental checkups, friend. And although an actual doctor turned up amongst those still living this season, nobody that I can recall has said, “Yes, that’s right, I’m a dentist. Now let’s have a look at that bad tooth.” And yet, most of the main cast members have great-looking teeth. Michonne’s teeth are cue ball white, covergirl white. They are so white I was distracted by them. I’ll grant you most of the zombies have awful teeth but they’re zombies! They are dead. This is to be expected.
Now that D. Parker isn’t writing her blog I find I miss the regular mentions of Daryl Dixon/Norman Reedus. I enjoyed the gratuitous still shots and as it is with crushes, one just likes to hear the name of the object of one’s affections and lust. (Would I have anything to do with a guy like ol’ boy Daryl in real life? Yeah, probably not, even with a bath and a shave in the deal, but still.)
Anyway, in the DVD box there was a little booklet of Walking Dead merchandise to waste your hard-earned dollars on (merchandise that will likely be obsolete and of little interest to anyone in short order). I flipped through it. Most of it was the expected fare; character figurines, trinkets, tote bags. But one caught my eye: the DARYL fleece throw (that’s how it’s printed). The Daryl fleece throw. The what???! There he is posed and sneering, holding his crossbow at the ready. On a fleece throw. There is something all wrong about this. One does not “cuddle up” with sullen, monosyllabic Daryl in any capacity. And if you’re going to sell a blanket featuring our back-country-living boy, shouldn’t it be made of something like stitched-together squirrel pelts? I am just saying.