We've become addicted to Showtime's Californication.
It's not our fault. We don't have Showtime (We don't have any "premium" channels because we got tired of the "premium" heart failure when the kids found things we had to explain...). But DirecTV has a channel of DirecTV-only shows -- a special treat for subscribers. I'm not even sure how we started (it's so true of most addictions, isn't it?).
DirecTV has these marathons of Californication so we TiVo'd them -- a late night, after-the-kids-go-to-bed kind of guilty pleasure. Of course David Duchovny's character has more sex in that first episode we watched than we've had all month ... but it's the thought that counts, right?
Dean's fighting the urge to wear all black and wander around with a whiskey bottle.
And smoking is looking mighty cool to both of us (well, not Dean, but I'm willing to go back on inhalers to be cool).
One of the best parts is laughing at dubbing of the curse words for the DirecTV version of the show. Sure, most are freaking or stuff, etc... But then you get the nuggets like: "cheese and rice" and "Virginia" ("be kind to her Virginia").
And then last night we were watching a recorded episode, we've got three or four more left in the queue, so when the show ended with a bit of a stunner we were jolted with the realization that it was the season finale ... Now what's going to happen? What?! No more shows?! What's gonna happen with Hank and Karen? Will Mia publish Hank's book as her own? Will everyone find out what Hank did? What about Becca? Will Bill seek revenge? He doesn't seem like a nice guy. And what about Charlie and his little smurf wife? Will there be more spankings? Lesbian assistants? What?!!!!!
Those bastards. Now I've got to get Showtime.
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