Breaking Bad

No, that’s not the title of our latest discipline program— that’s the reason I’ve become an erratic blogger.  Though it seems in the last two weeks someone has clued Nate into the whole concept of the terrible two’s and so perhaps… this theme will continue.

But let’s get back to the point.  Every night I think… should I blog about the latest goings-on of this pack of preschoolers, or, should I veg out on musical meth montages?  Clearly I’ve been choosing door number two.

I began watching the series for work.  I kid you not!  My boss and every other person I work with was constantly referencing this show about a high school chemistry teacher who gets cancer and goes into methamphetamine production to pay for his medical bills and then inflates his ego in the process and is now a full-blown megalomaniac.  I mean, my friend Toni posted something on Facebook that said Tighty Walter Whiteys and I actually knew what she meant.  Me.  New user of The Facebook.  In any case, it falls into the realm of my job in that 1) it involves oncology and 2) it’s a classic example of the failures of the managed healthcare market and the challenges of the uninsured.  So, it’s totally research for work.  Totally.

There are just two problems with this new evening pastime, besides that it’s affecting my blogging:

First, I have to man the remote control on high alert.  I’m constantly turning down the volume and then turning it up and then muting it and then hoping it’s safe and then turning it up again.  This violent series is going to ruin the volume button for sure.  Jacob can quote “hear everything” from the back of the house and lord knows, we don’t need any additional inspiration for “shooting” or new unsavory vocabulary from little ears that may still be listening because, “I don’t sleep.”

Second, ever since I started watching this series I see drug addicts everywhere.  True, I spent a bit of time on the streets of downtown Portland recently.  But, dude.  Now they’re on the platform at CalTrain and spending too much time in that handicap stall in that public restroom.  Honestly, I can’t wait for it to be over so I can get back to my safe and sparkly Project Runway and Top Chef.  I’d much rather see fashionistas and tattoo’d foodies everywhere.

Fortunately, the latest advertising claims, “All bad things must come to an end.”  Someone better let Nate know there will not be a Season 6.  Seriously.