As I’m sure you’ve read, Sunday night was the season finale of season 6 of The Walking Dead. The cliff hanger ending was pretty fucking infuriating, but you know what was even more infuriating?
The amount of commercials in those 90 minutes. It wasn’t a 90 minute episode – it was more like a 45 minute episode chopped into five minute segments.
J and I have been watching this season with the Amazon Season Pass, meaning we never watch commercials. BUT we wanted to watch the season finale in real time, so we plugged my Macbook Air into my TV, logged into our friend’s cable account on AMC.com, and we watched it live.
Well, I’m glad we saw it, but fuck that noise: never again.
I would rather stay up until midnight or watch it the next day than deal with 45 minutes of commercials. I wish they’d stop cutting away from the actual show every 90 seconds. Maybe do three segments of 10 minutes worth of commercials at a time instead?
I know they think people will completely walk away but I muted my TV every time so it was just as useless for all the money that advertisers paid. I’m not sure how Netflix funds their original series, but they do it without the need for commercials and it’s brilliant.
The traditional TV cable subscription is dying and everyone knows why. I haven’t paid for cable in more years than I can count on one hand and I never miss it, ever. Definitely not after Sunday night.
This weekend was way too short. It felt like it went by in a day and a half despite the fact that we gained an hour. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary for Halloween so I didn’t lose time being hung over. I just woke up on Sunday and the weekend has vanished behind me.
I was able to get to a 6pm yoga class on Friday with one of my favorite yoga teachers. Then I proceeded to buy a purple sweater at TJ Maxx in an attempt to create a half-asses “Hipster Ariel” costume. It’s a really cozy sweater and I will continue to (over)wear it through the winter. I spent the rest of Friday eating whatever was left in my fridge (spoiler alert: not much) and watched the next episode of The Leftovers (still the weirdest, nonsensical show on TV).
I watched Real Time with Bill Maher on Saturday morning and then went for a way-too-hard 2.10 mile run. It should not have been as difficult as it was. I was just running too fast, I guess. Later in the evening I joined my friend Selena and at the “Girls Pint Out” booth at the NYC Craft Beer Fest for a couple of hours. I sampled too many beers.
The rest of the night included a drink with my dude at my friend’s bar in midtown, and after his friend and her man showed up, we migrated to an Irish pub a few blocks away hoping to see some shameless costumes (and oh my goodness, we did).
Sunday was lazy. Very lazy. Justin and I watched a few more episodes of The Walking Dead (we’re still on season 5) and enjoyed some caffeine from The Hungarian Pastry Shop before I met up for a long overdue brunch with @endotique at Melba’s in Harlem. We split the eggnog waffles and fried chicken which was delicious, to say the least. It was lovely. We watched some people running the marathon at 110th and 5th for a while, noting that they’re all insane (seriously, people who run marathons are insane – it’s unhealthy).
The rest of the evening was filled with the rest of season 5 of The Walking Dead with Justin and later (much later) some Italian food to get us through the final episode. I read, went to bed early, and kissed inexplicably short and unremarkable weekend goodbye.