The Mad Scorpion: Breaking In B.B. + Purty Pictures.

Howdy folks.

I am remarkably calm this week. Perhaps because the possibility of a move in house is on the horizon, and it will be a good stepping stone on the road to positivity - a much more calm and creative-juice-inducing environment.
Plus it has these walls that I can spread out all over - I'm a Wall Writer. I need my plot mapped out in one giant controlled sprawl that I can see all of. I've never been so excited about a wall.

So because of this placid-like state, I don't have a lot to complain about this week... how bout that?

Sure, I could mention Tony Abbott and the circus that is the Australian Government right now, but really, isn't Every Government a circus anyway?? There's nothing new there.

I could mention plane crashes, and ISIS, and bla bla bla but I'm just not feeling like venting about them. After all, life is all about the push for positivity now, so no moping over global crisis I can't solve... at least for this week.

I only have an opinion on one thing this week. And it is...

Well Fuck Me.

I know I am Well late to this train. I've had 4 1/2 seasons of this on my hard drive for about 3 years now, and in 2012 I sat down and tried to watch it and couldn't get past the first episode.

BOOOOOOOORRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNG, I yawned.

Lately I have been churning through all sorts of stuff on my hard drive in order to clear some room, and I as hovered over the 'delete' button once I'd selected the Breaking Bad folder, I thought for a moment and then decided 'Fuck it. It's renowned, it's revered, it won heaps of awards, there must be something to it, I'll give it One more go'.

I forced my way past the first two episodes, which in my opinion weren't great... and then got to the end of the very short first season and thought 'oh yeah, may as well carry on'... and that's when it Really kicked in.

It might have a slow start, but once season 2 kicks in, it's like an avalanche that just doesn't stop. Lies upon lies and disaster upon disaster pile up slowly in carefully orchestrated and precisely brilliant chaos...
In short, this show is the mother-fucking shit, and I'm so happy I got to watch 90% of it in more-or-less one go... Fuck having to wait week by week, like the torture that is

(don't even get me started - 10 episodes a YEAR??? That's FORTY-TWO WEEKS of WAITING!!! UGH!!!).
It's too good for that.
Aaron Paul is Amazing as Jesse. To be perfectly honest, I think Bryan Cranston's Walter is a selfish prick, and some of the stuff he says is just like... what?? Are you serious??? How can you not see what a complete ARSEHOLE you're being, for No Reason!!!
Anyway, I know he dies in the end (how could I not - it was like the news of Dumbledore when Half-Blood Prince was published), so I'm safe in the knowledge that he gets his just desserts.
I am up to the last 8 episodes, and I am trying to download them as we speak (anyone in NZ know a good way to do this?? All the programs I use are just gateways to pop-up-ad hell.)
I'm so glad I kept it and watched it, because I am Con-Vert!
Big Time.
I've just arrived at the point where Walter has finally tied up loose ends but Hank has realised that W.W. is Walter White.
*Insert shrill voice here*
EX-CIIIII-TIIIIIIING!!!
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So, that's all that I have to say about anything this week. But it's not like I haven't been doing anything. So instead, I thought I would just show you.
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Catching up with Christie and the latest addition to her brood.

Me and one of my many cuzzies, Reiana.

The painting by one of my mates' mothers whom I once told that a piece of hers had been hanging in my cousin James' shed for, like, ever, and she didn't believe me...

About 5 years later I finally have the proof.