But it feels like it. Every time one of my favorite shows comes to the end of the season, it stirs a mix of emotions inside me. I'm thrilled to see the season finale - if you're lucky, that's where all the juicy season storylines climax in a delicious display of hilarity or conflict (or both). However at the same time, I'm also heartbroken that I'll have to wait a completely unacceptable length of time before I get my fix back. Textbook example of a television addict, folks.
Tonight, I'll be saying farewell to Mad Men and Bored to Death. We only started watching Mad Men over the summer, so there was lots to dive into and get caught up on. Mind you, I think we devoured the first and second seasons in a matter of days. Possibly a week at most.
Bored to Death is, of course, my favorite new show of the season - yes, even more favorite than Modern Family (which I finally saw the first episode of, tonight). I'm going to dig into Jonathan Ames' books over the holidays, so hopefully that will keep my non-sexual crush sated.
Modern Family looks fantastic, to be honest. I see why everyone I know keeps relating it to Arrested Development - it's a very similar breed of funny. Never really been a huge fan of Ed O'Neil, but then I wasn't a fan of Alec Baldwin until 30ROCK... so hopefully this will change my mind.
Still not feeling Community. I want to, really... but it still feels a wee bit disjointed. Like the scenes and pacing aren't moving as smoothly as they could be.
And now for two-bite brownies, coffee, and Sunday night video games while patiently awaiting my favorite stories.