A little fond farewell to Breaking Bad this week. I really wanted to make sure it remained spoiler free hence the season 1 Walt (which is less iconic and striking as an image than his Heisenberg alter ago).
For the record, I love this "golden age" of TV and enjoy having my allegiances and sympathies repeatedly questioned by the shows I watch. But it's a funny moment sometimes, to sit down in front of a show at the end of a long day and feel your stomach tense up knowing that the next 45 minutes are going to be hard going. I wouldn't have it any other way and am thankful that the opiates we consume are so exquisitely written and produced. It just makes me laugh how masochistic it sometimes feels.