Friday: 9-ish a.m., TV-head and blogger Marisa Nadolny texts her colleague and partner in crime, Kathleen Edgecomb:

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Which prompted Kathleen's great idea and an enthusiastic response from Marisa: 

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A very enthusiastic response: 

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Lamenting the limitations of texting (and after noticing more than a few typos), Kathleen wisely redirected the conversation:

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Dear Marisa,

This is better. I had to think for a minute where we left off on “Walking Dead.” Then I remembered — The railroad car — so concentration campish, it freaked me out. Really am at a loss for what will come next.

But I have to tell you, I was watching parts of “Love Actually” the other night and when “Rick” popped up as the love-smitten friend of Keira Knightley’s character, I almost didn’t recognize the young Andrew Lincoln. And that accent. Totally forgot he was British.

K.

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Lady K,

It’s very weird to see Andrew Lincoln with some flesh on him. Totally different person. And speaking of that bit in “Love Actually,” don’t you think that move with the signs, while insanely romantic, was pretty damn brash, what with his pal right inside the house? Sheesh! (Also, I thought this mashup was kinda funny.)

And I have to confess that “Love Actually” is one of my guilty pleasure movies. Saw it in the theater with my hubby before he was hubby and it gives me the warm fuzzies to think of it.

And how’s this for a transition: you know the adorable kid in “Love Actually”? The budding drummer (“Ringo Rules”!) kid? Yeah, he’s on “Game of Thrones” and looks EXACTLY THE SAME only bigger. Here’s a photo for you and anyone else who hasn’t seen him lately.

OK, so, “Walking Dead”: thank you for the refresher on where we left off. Now I’m scared. Which is good, because, as you know, I’ve had a hard time investing in the show during certain seasons (read: I hated most of the characters; thank goodness they got rid of Andrea is all I’m saying…) But finally, stuff got real in season 4: everyone’s pretty much mental, which they SHOULD BE; people are lost (not-as-annoying-as-she-was Beth for one); and now, apparently, cannibals to worry about. NOW who’s the zombie horde? Humanity!

My great wish for the season: freshly laundered shirts for Rick. If I have to watch another rag graft onto his skin from dirt and bodily funk, I may barf. Our heroes’ infrequent showers (find a nice lake already!) stresses me out as much as the zombies do.

Truth,

M.

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Dear M,

You are right … why aren’t they jumping in lakes and washing off in streams and, come to think of it, why does it never rain?

I’m looking forward to seeing how the story progresses. I think the series should be coming to a close. There has to be some reward for us who have stuck with it all these years. But that’s so British TV to end a series before everyone abandons it, don’t you think?

And one more thing. Sunday is a tough television night for me. PBS has so many good Sunday shows that it rotates around. If it’s not “Miss Marple,” who I swear I was in a former life, it’s “Inspector Lewis” or “Endeavour” or “Call the Midwife.”

My new favorite is “Breathless,” which stars Brit actor Jack Davenport who has THE most incredible voice, EVER. And you know how I feel about a nice voice.

And sometimes if the Patriots are playing on Sunday, I like to watch them too.

So we’re off to the races, as they say. Looking forward to chatting about the latest on the telly. (Do you think I could have been British in another life?)

K.

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K,

You and the voices!

Anyway, we both were Britons in another life. Perhaps Jane Austen and one of the Brontes? Clearly we were ladies of distinction.

OK, so I Googled “Breathless,” and I’m hereby intrigued thanks to your endorsement and PBS’ well-crafted description: “In 1961 London, when abortion was illegal and the Pill a rare commodity, the brilliant, charismatic surgeon Otto Powell (Jack Davenport, Pirates of the Caribbean, Smash) presides over a busy hospital gynecology ward. With a passionate commitment to the women he treats, Powell provides safe and highly illegal abortions in private practice.”

As a fan of “Call the Midwife (thanks to you!), I’ve got to check this program out! PS. Just resumed “Call the Midwife” bingeing now that another season moved on Netflix. Just watched a lady give birth to baby #4 on her living room floor. Thank goodness Chummy happened to be walking by the poor lady’s house! (I heart Chummy. She’s one of my favorite TV characters, I think.)

Wow! Look at us: we go from zombies and cannibalism to childbirth in the 1950s and ‘60s. I think that means it’s time to go for now. Will check in with you Monday after we digest (heh) Sunday night’s “Walking Dead” premiere.

Lovies,

M.

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