True Blood worth watching again? Surely not?

There is no easy way to say this. I hated seasons three and especially four of the HBO television series True Blood. In fact, the only reason I even bothered with season five can be summed up with the name Anna Paquin. I am not exaggerating when I say that Anna is in a rare class of actor (along with the like of Sir Ian McKellen, Sir Patrick Stuart, and Michael Fassbender) whom I could watch sitting in a plain chair against a white background, reading the ‘phone book.

Went out and bought a “reader”…

I am a man of impulses and impulsive habits. So when I looked at my bank balance for the fortnight and discovered it was substantially more than I was expecting, I decided to do what I had been thinking of doing for a couple of months prior and purchase what is being loosely termed an e-reader.

So, the lustre has dulled…

I am not sure when it was, but I placed a pre-order at the local JB Hi-Fi for the fourth season of True Blood. I will not go into the story about how a certain lapse in customer service meant that rather than pay for it when I had the money to spare, I ended up in financial distress again. Instead, I want to talk about how I felt after watching it.

Please allow me to clarify (about Lance Henriksen, and other celebrities).

A couple of posts ago, I wrote something with the title “Lance Henriksen has done more to represent the autistic than Suzanne Wright ever will”. This resulted in some confusion in conversations I had elsewhere concerning what I write here.