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The end of the season is nigh. Sally caught an eyeful and we finally got what we wanted.
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With only four more episodes to go, we are in the home stretch for this season. Last week’s installment was so good I watched it three times. How are Weiner & Co. going to top that? Check out AMC’s teaser for this week.
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This season is in full swing. My heart is still racing after last week’s drug induced episode. I’ve been in the habit of watching the new episode twice in a row, but I just couldn’t last week. I’m interested to see if there are any ramifications for Don’s actions last week. The most redeeming part of last week was the Peggy/Stan kiss. For that brief moment before we realized he wanted to get it on so he wouldn’t have to think of his cousin it was the most awesome Mad Men pairing ever.
But I digress. Please forgive me if the post mortem is late this week as it’s my week and I plan to take full advantage of my 3-day weekend. ‘Murrikah!
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Speedballs and whores and hippies, oh my.
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So, we got some of our questions from last week answered, but were left with a few others. Like, where the hell is Dawn? What is this new agency calling itself? We still had a lot going on this week, but it wasn’t as BAG! BOOM! POW! as last week’s episode. At least it wasn’t like that for me.
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Thanks to a new job, I didn’t have the energy to write up any posts for the past two weeks so here I am for the season (or series) finale. Continue reading
Once upon a time, I recapped the weekly insanity that is Hawaii Five-O for this esteemed site. There is something so refreshing about a show with literally no rules and no laws. And by no rules and no laws, I mean domestic and international law. I also mean rules of storytelling and laws of physics. Continue reading