Listen Up, Christmas.

I know you're coming on Saturday. People who have more obligations and bigger extended families than I tend to dread you, but I always enjoy your visits. Family and togetherness and presents and alcohol are all well and good (preferably all at once, since that lends itself to drunken sobbing and kitchen appliances being hurled at one another), and I like shiny red bows as much as the next person. I'm still not sure why you keep bringing up that Jesus guy, though.

Not pictured: Mary's alcoholic uncle.

A Quick Twitter Conversation

Me: @Longshoe How'd the key lime cake turn out?

Longshoe: Tasted great! It would've failed the plating class, the middle layer kept sliding away from the bottom one.

Me: I'd much rather have an ugly yet delicious cake myself. Therefore, your cake was a success!

Longshoe: Tasty lopsided cake FTW.

Me: "Tasty Lopsided Cake" would be a pretty good band name.

Longshoe: Sounds like a Korean pop band that would wear lots of neon clothes.

Me: I'll start auditioning singers. You can be management.

Together, we shall rule the world.

Braaaaiiiiiiiins.

Have you seen The Walking Dead yet? It's on Sunday nights on AMC, and you can catch last week's pilot on On Demand and AMC's website. It's good. Really good.

I'm not really a horror movie aficionado, but it's about a zombie apocalypse. A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. There's no way that wouldn't be awesome, right? That's so awesome I'm starting a band and calling it Zombie Apocalypse, and our first single will be "I'm Not Even Hungry (But You Taste So Good)."

The Event, and Why It Might Not Suck

The "must-watch" advertisements for TV pilots every September can get tiring. I watch a grand total of two shows with any regularity: Mad Men (because it's outstanding) and Project Runway (because I like my Thursday nights with an injection of fabulousness).