Mad Men

I was out of a teevee show. My sister hasn't gotten season 4 of True Blood and I wasn't going to actually own it. I've been caught up with Doctor Who now for a while. (Don't get my started on series 7 so far. Ugh) Rewatching The X-Files can only satisfy me for so long before I start looking for the plot holes. (Really, why don't they ever have back up?)

So, I started watching Mad Men. Mostly because everyone says how good it is. And a little bit because whenever I listen to Fresh Air, I hear Terri Gross fan girl over the series.

In case you didn't know, I just got surgery done on my nose. Deviated Septum. Hopefully now I'll be able to breathe better. However, I can't do much besides sit up and look straight ahead for a few days. Over the course of the past two and a half days, I've watched about a season's worth. I'm midway through season 2. Exactly on episode 9.

Peggy is really my favorite. Fuck Don Draper and his affairs. Peggy's life is so much more interesting. Also, I really hate everyone else. Well except for Joan. (MRS REYNOLDS!) and that not really gay man, gay man art guy. So really. Everyone else except for those three.

Now don't spoil it for me. I'm gonna watch some more.