That time I started watching “The Walking Dead”

I’m only on the third episode of the second season, so if you’re not up to that point there’s probably spoilers.

I finished playing The Walking Dead game on Steam recently (I plan to post a review of this soon). Which was a big accomplishment, I think, because zombies are pretty much my #1 fear. I wish I was kidding, but it’s up there with lots of spooky things.

So I played the game and I figured that I’d check out the show because I’ve heard amazing things about it. I mean, it’s one of the most popular shows on television and it’s on the same channel as Breaking Bad so it has to be good, right?

I barely got through the first episode. And by barely I mean I got up to a minute and four seconds and anxiety took over me and I shut it off. I ended up finishing the show, however, with some peer support and am currently making my way into the 2nd season…and I’m not really scared anymore.

Actually, I don’t even think the show is that great so far. I think this graph is pretty accurate.

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I’m currently halfway done with Season 2 Episode 3 right now, and I plan on continuing to watch, but I’m getting kind of bored even on the 9th episode of the series. I got myself to stop being so scared because every time I see a creepy walker I remind myself of this: Image

and Game of Thrones has prepped me pretty well to expect every character I meet to eventually die. Except Rick, because I mean, who else would they put on the posters? I also find it hard to get into the show because I’m not sucked into their world yet or emotionally attached to any characters. Getting myself to chill out by saying “it’s just makeup and special effects” doesn’t help either.

The characters are alright so far. I mean, I know I’m supposed to hate Lori but I don’t really care…yet.

I hope that yet counts.

Andrea is annoying…but will probably die. T-Bone will probably die (I’ve seen enough memes to know the joke about there only being one black male on the show at a time). Sophia is definitely dead. If Daryl dies I will definitely die too. Dale will probably die…Shane will probably get tragically eaten by a zombie or something. Whatever.

I think my apathy towards this show may have to do with it’s large presence on the internet. It’s very hard to be surprised by anything when you’ve seen bits and pieces accidentally over the years and know that in 2013, Rick is still on the poster. With his son.

I’m going to keep watching the show, but I hope it gets better. Or a little more surprising.

Is it just me or do other people feel this way?

Ah well, at least I’m getting over my fear of zombies…kind of. Not really. I’m trying though.

 

UPDATE: After finishing the episode…I am terrified…and cannot stop having nightmares about zombies. Oh, how wrong I was. Someone send help–I’ll be under my bed in the fetal position.

On the recent cover of Rolling Stone Magazine.

This is probably an unpopular opinion, and I was afraid to share it at first, but since I’m going into the journalistic field I figured I needed to be brave.

I don’t usually write controversial pieces or anything mildly serious for that matter, but I felt the need to say something about this issue.

Let me start by saying a few things. I currently live in Boston and have lived in New England all my life. I was a few blocks away from the attacks when it happened, and that day and week was the most upsetting and terrifying couple of days I’ve ever experienced. I mourn the victims of the attacks and pray for their family and friends, and believe the first responders deserve all the praise in the world. And I, perhaps most importantly, am not one of those psychotic girls that worship the Tsarnaevs.

That being said, I’d like to share some articles that share a similar opinion.

Why the outrage over Rolling Stone’s Boston bomber suspect cover is a mistake

  • “I would argue what is inciting people here, in part, is the ugly truth of Tsarnaev’s story; that a kid who looks like he could be the backup singer in a boy band somehow, allegedly, became a bomber capable of such carnage.”

Rolling Stone’s Boston Bomber Cover Is Brilliant

  • “We may want the media to reconfirm for us that psychopaths are crazednuttycreepy recluses whom we can easily identify and thus avoid. But, as this cover reminds us, that simply isn’t the case.”

Don’t stone ‘Rolling Stone’ over Boston bomber cover

  • “While the full text of the article isn’t scheduled to be released until Friday, it hardly sounds like a puff piece. Here’s the cover type: “THE BOMBER,” followed by, “How a Popular, Promising Student Was Failed by his Family, Fell Into Radical Islam and Became a Monster.”

    I don’t know about you, but to me calling somebody a monster doesn’t sound much like glorifying him.”

I must admit that when the cover first surfaced I went along with the masses and was aggravated, upset, furious. But then I stopped and thought about it. The Rolling Stone is not solely an entertainment magazine, it has done political and controversial pieces before such as the cover with Charles Manson on the front that has been surfacing recently. They have also had political figures such as Obama on the cover, and he is neither a criminal or entertainer (however, I’m sure there are people who would say otherwise).

Many people are upset over the picture that was chosen for the cover. Would people be less upset if they used a picture such as this instead? Perhaps. But what is extremely eerie about the cover photo is that Tsarnaev looks almost average, which contradicts the notion that all murderers and criminals look like monsters and can be easily picked out by anyone anywhere at any time. By choosing this cover image, and the words that are on the cover (remember, they call him a monster), the magazine hopes to educate us and break the trend of what the media usually feeds us about terrorists and that in and of itself is terrifying. But does that mean that they need to be censored? No, I don’t believe so. A number of stores in New England have already stated that they will not be selling the issue. For a nation so proud of freedom of speech and freedom of the press, this seems contradictory to what we stand for. The article has been deeply researched, and well thought out. The magazine has also released a statement regarding the cover.

Our hearts go out to the victims of the Boston Marathon bombing, and our thoughts are always with them and their families. The cover story we are publishing this week falls within the traditions of journalism and Rolling Stone’s long-standing commitment to serious and thoughtful coverage of the most important political and cultural issues of our day. The fact that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev is young, and in the same age group as many of our readers, makes it all the more important for us to examine the complexities of this issue and gain a more complete understanding of how a tragedy like this happens.

In short, the people at Rolling Stone set out to educate us, and had the courage to provide us with well-researched information that we might have not received otherwise. Before boycotting the magazine, or becoming furious, read the article when it comes out tomorrow keeping in mind that this was meant to teach us something and save your opinions until then. I plan to do the same.

 

UPDATE: Here is the link to the full article. I have yet to read it, but I will post my opinion afterwards. http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/news/jahars-world-20130717

Oh hey, WordPress, I didn’t see you there.

I haven’t posted in a long time.

Like, a long time.

Probably at least, oh I don’t know, 5+ months?

I don’t know why, really. I’ll try to play catch up real quick and then I’ll try to post more regularly. But I’m afraid of commitment, guys, so let’s go slow. Okay?

  1. I’m not a vegan anymore. I’m not even a vegetarian. Oops. I guess I’m technically a “poultritarian” but God, it’s so much easier to say “I eat birds and fish.”
  2. I’M DONE WITH SCHOOL! Just kidding. I’m not done. I did the whole Commencement thing but that’s such a tease. It’s like I have graduation blue balls (you know what I mean, right?). You get alllll excited just so you can walk up a stage and get…an empty…diploma folder. Oh. I’m done mid-August and taking summer classes. So I’m still in Boston. And it is hot. Really hot.
  3. I want to get a job after I graduate! Everyone laugh at that funny joke with me.
  4. I want to move to LA after I graduate! Okay stop laughing.
  5. I am slowly beginning to accept my inner nerd/geek/whatever(?!?!) and have been more open about being in an open relationship with my Xbox (like I said, commitment issues) buuutttttt I still haven’t come out of the closet and openly said I loved Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood and might actually try watching…other anime series. *gasp*
  6. I have a new arch nemesis: the fruit fly.
  7. I’m going to miss the shit out of Boston, but being on the top floor of an apartment, my unit is probably… 5-10 degrees hotter than it is on the ground floor. That being said…
  8. I want to marry whoever invented the window air conditioner unit. Okay, if they’re not around anymore, I’m sure there’s a relative.

Why I’m (Probably) Not Seeing Green Day

Hello again. Haven’t written in a while. I’m fine! I hope you’re all fine too! I’ll try and write more often, but that’s not the point right now, so I’m going to get to that in a second.

I’ve been a semi-fan of Green Day since I was probably about 12 when I heard “Longview” on the radio in middle school. “This is a cool song,” I thought, “but what does ‘dog in heat’ mean?”

I went through a “goth”/”punk rock”/Hot Topic phase the first year or so of high school, where I listened to them and thought, “Man, this is the shit.” I even did a project in ninth grade on how American Idiot was a concept album (which was a pretty awesome project if you ask me). But now, old and wise, my love for the band has seemed to dwindled a little after AI.

I love American Idiot. It’s an album I can listen through the entire way without skipping a song (okay maybe sometimes “Extraordinary Girl”). A few months ago I drove to my cousins’ house an hour away and listened to the album twice straight through in one day and it was just awesome.

Anyway, when they released their following album, 21st Century Breakdown, I found myself being very “eh.”

Their two singles I payed attention to, “Know Your Enemy” and “21 Guns,” didn’t excite me like the songs on the previous album did–granted I didn’t give the album much of a chance, but I didn’t really want to. I listened to “Know Your Enemy” while I was on the elliptical, and eventually just skipped the song whenever it came up on shuffle.

Now Uno!, Dos!, and Tre! are coming out, which I guess is pretty freakin’ impressive for a band. That’s a lot of hard work. I was impressed and kind of excited until I heard “Oh Love” and “Stay the Night.” I don’t really like their new sound (or music videos), but am willing to give them a chance, feeling like I’ve judged them prematurely.

And let’s not forget about the iHeart Radio Music Festival meltdown.

I’m sure people are sick of hearing about it. I get it, he’s human, we’re all human, he probably had some stuff going on…but still.

But when it comes down to it, am I going to possibly take time out of school, find a way to Rhode Island, and spend $75 on one ticket on a band that frankly, doesn’t really tickle my fancy anymore and for a pseudo-British lead singer who boasts that he’s been around since “nineteen-eighty-f-ckin’-eight”?  Probably not.

But then again, my birthday is coming up, and they’re releasing new singles, so who knows?

Closing Time.

Couldn’t I think of a more creative title? How about “Good Riddance”? “Don’t You Forget About Me”? “The Graduation Song (Friends Forever)”?

I think “Closing Time” is suitable for this situation, I suppose.

Today was my last day at my internship. I know I haven’t written much about it (this is relatively new to me, ya know) but I’m sure in the next week I’ll go on a posting frenzy and talk about everything I’ve done here, all whilst crying in a bowl of Gorilla Munch cereal.

I worked at a print/online entertainment magazine for about two months–36+ hours a week. When I first went there I was terrified–I had little confidence in myself as a writer and always felt really uncomfortable just putting myself out there. It’s scary being around people that are so talented and well-known and I’m this little intern that waddles in not knowing what Drupal is or how to properly transcribe (still not that good at it..).

Over the weeks I became less scared and more confident with writing and taking initiative in the office. Some days were slow, but sitting in that environment for 9.5 hours four days a week were exhilarating nonetheless.

They even let me cover a few events, which is something I never imagined myself doing. I didn’t own a recorder (thank God for Best Buy) nor have I ever interviewed someone other than a college student or professor before. My first interview was with Michael C. Hall (for about three minutes, but still). The minutes leading up to it I had a full on panic attack for the first time since high school and was convinced I was going to just pass out/throw up during the interview. I took some deep breaths, put on my big girl panties (I always carry a few extra just in case I need some extra girl power) and followed the rep into a small room. Once I sat down on the couch I found myself not gushing over Dexter or asking him to slice my cheek, but having a conversation like a normal human being…and then promptly leaving.

I felt empowered! I met one of my favorite actors and found out that he was, in fact, human–like me.

My second event was at a fancy Los Angeles restaurant for an indie movie premiere party. There were actors and actresses there—notably Rashida Jones and Andy Samberg. I was once again anxious until I met with them face-to-face and thought, “Wow, they’re really nice people.”

People.

Working at the magazine made me realize a lot of things, but mainly this: actors, actresses, singers, etc are all just people. I began feeling sorry for celebrities every time I saw on Facebook what people were saying about them or the articles about crazy fans online (seriously…Justin Bieber fans are ridiculous). I kind of began to understand why celebrities would flip off the paparazzi or…you know, just punch them.

I learned how to report on celebrities in a respectful way, and avoid anything that wasn’t fact (or at least confirmed by their representative). I no longer had such a wary view on entertainment journalism, but in fact, enjoyed it.

Today, however, was my last day. I haven’t cried (yet), but I have bought a $7 chocolate covered strawberry from Godiva and ate some pasta (gluten free, of course).

After being there for 2 months, I probably didn’t make a huge impression on the company. I’m one person out of many interns, and many interns will come after me, and my name might just get lost in the emails one day. I recall a few days ago I said to another intern, “I’m afraid they’ll forget about me.” To which she responded, “They will. Just being honest.”

They may not remember me (although I hope they do!) but I will remember them. The two-month experience that woke up the confidence inside me and made me think and feel things I never thought I was able to before this (positive thoughts about myself? Who am I?).

The next few days will be spent packing up my small studio apartment into boxes and mailing them away. Saturday I’ll be hopping on a plane from LAX to TF Green and saying goodbye to the west coast for now, and returning to my low-middle class life on the east coast, working at a cashier in a department store. In September, I’ll have three more semesters at my school and I’ll graduate the end of summer ’13.

I feel kind of weird about it all right now and feel a bit ungrounded, but it’ll be nice to get away from the hustle and bustle for a month and see my friends (did I mention how much I miss them?). And who knows, maybe I’ll come back some day.

Facebook Friending

Ever since I finished junior year of high school, Facebook became increasingly aggravating to me.

I was very much into the Myspace days where you’d friend (or whatever the Myspace term for it was?) as many people as you knew (or didn’t know–it didn’t matter).

I did that with Facebook in highschool when I first got it in ’07. I friended basically everyone from my school regardless of whether I met them or not. Most of the time we never spoke to each other, it was just a means of reference for when someone said, “Oh my God, did you see so-and-so’s status/picture?”

Being “friends” with someone on Facebook didn’t mean we were real friends, it was just a means of “creeping”–and that’s starting to really irritate me in my old age.

After high school, I did this wonderful thing I dubbed the “Hi Test.” Here’s how it worked: I went through my entire friend list (probably over 1,000 at that point…. jeeze) and if I wouldn’t say “hi” to the person, I’d promptly delete them.

That may sound harsh, but why do I need someone on my News Feed if I never talk to them?

The Facebook Etiquette today is still struggling. I currently have 400-500 friends (I need to do a clean up soon) but I feel as if most of them would be weirded out if I commented on something they posted or chatted them. Why is this weird? Why are we even “friends” if I’m a weirdo for someone I’m “connected” with on this social networking site?

I’ve also found that after my Facebook sweeps, occasionally people I’ve deleted due to never… ever talking with them… friend me back. Occasionally I’ll message them and say hello and ask them how they are and usually they get flustered and not know what to say. Has Facebook made us more antisocial?

So I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t add me as a friend if you wouldn’t want to be my friend. If you’re my friend on Facebook don’t be all in a dither if I instant message you and ask you about your life or if I comment on your status. This whole we’re-only-friends-so-I-can-track-your-post-high-school-weight-gain (or other reasons) is so…just…old.

West Coast

I miss you
I’m goin back home to the west coast
I wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase
I love you
Standin’ all alone in a black coat