In honor of one of everyone’s favorite characters from The Walking Dead, this brand-new edition of “Funko Friday” here at The No Seatbelt Blog is dedicated to none other than Abraham Ford, the red-headed military man who Continue reading
The Walking Dead
The Walking Assholes
“How many walkers have you killed?”
“How many people have you killed?”
“Why?”
~ Rick Grimes, when considering allowing a new person to join his group
Walkers. Biters. Lurkers. Roamers. Lamebrains. The undead. The walking dead. They go by many names, but for some reason on The Walking Dead, nobody ever calls them zombies. Regardless, in the post-apocalyptic world in which the monstrously successful show is set, they are the enemy…or at least they should be. One would think that in a world such as this, the remaining humans – no matter where they come from or who they were before the shit hit the fan – would all band together and become a united force against a common enemy. Continue reading
Funko Friday: Glenn
“Hey you. Dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank. Are you cozy in there?” said Glenn Rhee over a radio to a bewildered Rick Grimes in the very first episode of The Walking Dead. You see, Rick had just awoken from a coma in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, and Glenn made him feel welcome before they even met face-to-face. Continue reading
Funko Friday: Prison Yard Rick Grimes
In honor of the upcoming return of The Walking Dead, this week’s edition of Funko Friday presents the Prison Yard Rick Grimes Pop! doll! Everybody who has watched the show from the beginning remembers when Rick and the crew were just about to stumble upon the prison, as the fearless leader ushered in “the Ricktatorship” with his “this is not a democracy anymore” speech. From there, he grew his hair out, became a farmer, and completely lost his shit and started hallucinating and seeing his dead wife (man, she was annoying when she was alive). It was a weird time for Rick on the show, as he quickly descended from awesomeness (see: Ricktatorship) to a quivering, emotional pile of goo incapable of leading anyone. Continue reading
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