Breaking Bad is on tonight, so I’m not even going to try to write anything. But that doesn’t mean I won’t entertain you! (And by “entertain”, of course, I mean “horrify”.) So enjoy Turkish Star Trek.
Thanks so much for finding new ways to break my brain.
I think that kissing monster is kind of motherly towards Captain Hooey, even though Hooey is kind of waving his gun vaguely at him, firing randomly. The other stuff is like if Youtube could beam drugs into you through your eyes.
“Doomdoom, kushkush Galure!” is my new mantra.
My new mantra is “Take me to Scotland!”
That video is a perfect example of the type of thing that amuses my husband.
Also, I wish I’d known about it after that last episode of Breaking Bad. It nearly destroyed me, and that perplexing mess would have been a great way to come down. Off the ledge I was standing.
Seriously. That baby’s expressions were murdering my soul. That doesn’t even get into the rest of it. I’m still messed up.
ALSO, next week, expect an email from me. Husband goes to bed straight after and I need to scream at someone about the episode or I’ll go fucking insane. I always forget you watch this, too.
I read how that scene came about. It wasn’t planned that way, but the baby’s mother was right behind Bryan Cranston, started saying Mama, and he just went with it.
I can’t believe there are only two episodes left. Shit. Then what?
I don’t KNOW. I keep trying to offer my body and mind to Bryan Cranston, but Husband keeps saying no. Because who’s going to bake his cookies if I go.
The last two episodes of Breaking Bad have brought my blood pressure up considerably.
For those who have not yet seen the episode, I’ll make sure that I don’t spoil anything. But can I just say that when Skyler turned out to be a dude, I was FREAKED OUT!
That is possibly the best episode of Trek ever.
I think I’ve only ever watched half of one ep of Breaking Bad. Pretty sure this makes me a bad citizen of the world.
You are clearly worse than Hitler.
(You should go back and watch all of Breaking Bad, however. It is the shit. And I say this as a card-carrying TV-hating person.)
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