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Every morning we address the important topic of something big, significant, funny, weird, etc. that happened while we were lying on the couch in front of the TV last night. Today we're glad that the heretofore listless season of The Walking Dead got interesting last night.
AMC's zombiepocalypse show is, sadly, not as interesting as it could be. In its defense, making a television show about relentless terror and flight is pretty hard -- the narrative structure works fine for Robert Kirkman's swiftly paced comic series, but TV shows don't function quite the same way. Still, it could be better. The show has managed to pull off some pretty scary and bleakly fascinating moments, but it's never quite clicked as a fully realized series. Until maybe last night?
We're almost halfway through the second season (last night was episode 5 of 13) and so far it's been a bunch of sitting in dark rooms and crying, walking in the woods trying to find a MacGuffin in human girl form, and boringly trite religious wondering. Ho hum. All pretty dull for a show that's ostensibly about freaking zombies eating mostly everyone in the world. But then last night two things happened that promise for an exciting second half of the season (hopefully).