Someone...organize an intervention (mom?). I'm out of control. Pirated television and me just got a little more intimate. Geez, it doesn't take much. Just slap some medieval garb onto The Sopranos, throw in some pseudo-ethnic looking motorcycle-gang style warriors, an inbred King, and some truly hot knights and my attraction to sociopath-driven blood drama has never shone with more sparkling clarity. Ok, fine none of the female characters make an iota of sense. (Exactly when did the blond Dragon girl fall in love with her rapist husband?). And, no, I don't think those dudes really smelled too good underneath 50 pounds of animal skin. But damn, if incestuous twins, head on spikes, dragons and an ocean of syrupy blood doesn't make for good television.

Just for today, I'm addicted to serial television.