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I got disc one, season one of Breaking Bad.

I didn't want to miss anything.

I can see the appeal and the reason he got an Emmy. But the whole thing is so sordid that I don't want any more than three episodes.

I am beginning to feel like my parents who found they had aged out of everything new.

I do not want to see the gory aftermath of a body soaked in Hydroflouric Acid even though I can see the humor of the stuff eating out the tub and the whole floor.

I can do without watching someone be tortured in a basement.

And the idea of glorifying meth is pretty hard to take. I know that is not the intent of the thing but I know enough people who were meth-heads to see anything in a drama about it.

They will have to carry on without me but I do wish them well. Somewhere in there is a message that needs to be spread. One way or another.

Jesus. And I thought alcoholism was bad.

Labels: television