Change of Direction

So I'm finally sitting back down at the helm today. I was planning to do so Saturday and got engrossed in something inane but crucial to me. I then had high hopes for Sunday, but had a terrible case of the jim-jams and was unable to do anything functional. Tonight I had to catch up on my shows before I could plop back down in front of a device worthy to collect my thoughts and musings. What shows is the Tugboat onto now you might be inquiring forcefully and audibly to yourself currently? Well, I can share that information with you. But maybe don't ask out loud, by your self, on a Monday.

I first watched the more innocuous of the three programs. The season finale of Hell on Wheels, an AMC period piece which dramatically re-imagines the construction of the American railroad. I find it entertaining and now that I'm a few seasons in, I feel like I must know how it ends. I got sucked in by a bodacious blonde character who goes by the moniker of Lily Bell. Then I was hooked, it happens. The second program to which I devoted my attentions was that of Hannibal. This program also was concluding, not just the season, but forever. Or until Amazon lets Netflix have it. The ending was quite good and most horrific, as one would expect from Hannibal Lecter. So to summarize, I watched a fairly violent Western type of drama which featured several deaths before diving into one of the darkest shows on television from a psychological point of view. I see the beginnings of a potential trend! And not to disappoint my dear reader, I indeed went a step further with the third and final program of the evening. My crescendo of terror was climaxed by Fear the Walking Dead. If you are unfamiliar, and you won't be for long, it is a spin-off of the Walking Dead which focuses on the time of the initial events leading to the Walking Dead universe. If you've seen any of the progenitor program, the time in which Rick lays quietly in a rural hospital. So far it is more terrifying that the original program. Maybe I watched it in the dark, alone. I concede that it might have been a poor choice of venue. Regardless, I highly recommend it. Highly.

So after the inane, personally important nonsense, after the battle with jim-jams, after watching my programs, here I am. When I was dreaming and pontificating what I was going to impart to you today I had several ideas including a strong rant but it would appear as if my narrative has taken another course this evening, much like my plans to do a load of laundry tonight. And to work out while I waited for said laundry. I should have known better really. I have been catching up on my stories every Monday night since winter. This hasn't changed much through all the crazy events of the summer. Still too soon for that summer clip show so I guess I will go read my book until sleep takes me to the land of dreams. Which will not be pleasant tonight, I'm guessing, after what I just filled my head with for a few hours. But alas, I have the book as a final barrier. It's no darling either though; the fifth Game of Thrones book. Not exactly light and airy literature. But I need to get it done (for a second time) before the snow flies and the new book is released. After all, winter is coming....