Babbling–seems I’m just rambling on with that title, right?  Babbling.  Yes, I know.  Oddly, oddly, that was a nickname of mine in high school.  Yes, odd.  I would prefer to call myself loquacious.  Or perhaps “wordy.”  But babbling?  I digress, as usual.

So what pray tell am I promising, sort of, not to write about any more?  And what, do tell, was sort of harsh?

Well.  Now I think I know how viewers of “The Red Wedding” episode of Game of Thrones felt.  I think.

So see, it’s like this.  The “mid-season finale” (which is ridiculous by the way) last night of The Walking Dead took a macabre twist that I did NOT see coming.  Nor did any of the viewers I really don’t think.  And yes, I realize that a show about “zombies” is macabre already (and you should see these undead dudes and dudettes–the word macabre just doesn’t do them justice)–but anyhoo, how can a macabre show about undead ‘walkers’ take a macabre twist?  Man, I digress again.  So, as I was writing, macabre twist–no one saw this coming, having a difficult time squaring this circle.  And lo and behold, I’m babbling again.  See how I did that?  Brought it full circle, right back to babbling.  I guess I’ll just spit it out–Beth is dead.  And dead in a really, final way.  Yes, I know death is ultimately final, but this is really final.  And no leading up to it, no foreshadowing, no hints, just WHAMMO.  Bang, you’re dead.  Blood.  In front of god and everybody.  Just like that.  I haven’t felt this way since they killed off Jenny on All My Children, of Jenny and Greg fame.  (I realize I am SO dating myself here because that was a bazillion years ago in high school.  But OBVIOUSLY it left an impression on me as I’m still incredulous that they did that.)

I’m not even sure I’m going to tune in for the next half of the season (I’m assuming there will be a second half as this is the “mid-season” finale and “mid” infers the middle.)

Sheesh.  This rivals the doing-away-with of Mark Darcy.  That was impossible to swallow and I have simply refused to view the new film or read the book (I did try–to read the book, but I just couldn’t get past the shock of it,)  Maybe.  We’ll see.  By the time the second half of the season rolls around, the new Congress will be seated and the shenanigans will be in high gear.  ‘Twould be a good time for me to be preoccupied.  Or imagining John Boehner as a walker.

Now that’s funny.