My wife is watching Fringe right now. Season 3. I watched the first few episodes of Season 1 one with her and then stopped. She kept going. Here we are now in Season 3 and I am just so, so very confused. I spend most of my television watching time with mid-2000s comedy crime shows where the most complex plots revolve around horse racing capers. Go watch Psych, Leverage, Monk; it’s the weirdest thing.
There are a thousand things I could be doing with my time right now.
Instead, here are a few names I would give to a race horse just to hear it shouted over the loud speakers at a track by an announcer with old timey news reel voice:
Lincoln Bedroom Ghost
Remember That Thing You Did In 3rd Grade
Sweet Googly Moogly!
I May Never ‘Get’ The Sopranos’ Ending
Good Golly I Need a Doctor
Behooved to be Moved
Harrison Ford’s Earring
Plastic Water Bottles Are Destroying the Environment
The Oven Is Still On
Sweetie Pie Will You Marry Me
Pipe Organ Donor
I’m Pretty Sure That’s a Platypus
Coming Soon to Theaters
There’s now a Frankenstein ballerina in the Fringe episode and… I mean, I can deal with some weird stuff…oh goodness it is now dancing like a marionette…yeah. I think, had I been around to watch the previous seasons, I would have been prepared for these sort of shenanigans. But noooo. Netflix cheating hurts.