The news of Adam West’s passing hit me harder than expected, and to be honest, I expected it to hit me pretty hard. I have some fairly vivid memories as a three year old watching the show when it was first broadcast in 1966.
I recall one day in the summer of ’66 stopping at a gas station near our home in Northeast Philly, and suddenly without warning, I’ became temporarily immobilized – as if by some villainous, super freezing ray, at the sight of the Batmobile, just the Batmobile. No Batman. No Robin – Just the Batmobile – fueling up next to us. Continue reading “My Memory of Meeting the “Real” Caped Crusaders.”→
I wish I knew more about the Hoot Hoot I Scream Ice Cream stand. What little I have managed to uncover is this Los Angeles frozen dessert shack was likely built in the 1920’s and was still standing in 1940. I’m not sure when it was torn down, or better yet, why it was torn down.
Tensions were running even higher in camp this episode as the unit continues to get smaller by the week. This of course is natural. Any time I’ve been camping with a group of people for over 3 days, I start to get easily agitated by the slightest things. Someone’s not doing their fair share of the clean-up, someone else ate more than their allotted portion of bacon, or some walker wandered into camp and ate more than the allotted portion of my sister. Continue reading “The Walking Dead 1.5 Wildfire by Joe Oesterle”→
Four episodes in and this program shows absolutely no signs of sucking. This fact should come as no surprise, because Sunday night’s chapter, “Vatos,” was penned by the writer/creator of The Walking Dead graphic novel series, Robert Kirkman.
Followers of the books (like myself) have to be impressed with how fresh this creative team has managed to keep these stories. Characters who weren’t originally conceived for the comic pages have blended nicely with those who were fully realized for the print version and no one is crying foul. If anything we’re grateful for the brand new revelations. Two such departures from the books are redneck brothers Merle and Daryl Dixon. Merle is openly and aggressively racist, while his brother Daryl seems merely mildly bigoted, but it’s nice to see neither character is a walking hillbilly cliché. Continue reading “The Walking Dead review – 1.4 – Vatos”→