Good God! A TV Show…

Hank:

OMG, what is that bump on my precious cock?

Karen:

OMG, it’s cancer!

Dr.:

Don’t worry, it might be STD, syphilis for example, or cancer, or whatever.

Hank:

NO, it can’t be STD, it’s not like I f*ck everything that moves and hate condoms. Well, I had vasectomy so now I have a reason to not use condoms. And I f*cked that sweet maid at my client’s ex-girlfriend mansion. No way that girl could have STD. And I f*cked that crazy cook from TV. NO WAY that stark raving mad b*tch could have had STD.

Karen:

Oh God, then it’s cancer!

Dr.(by phone):

It’s syphilis!

Hank:

YAY! It’s syphilis!

Karen:

Thank God, it’s syphilis!

Californication writers:

Cool, now we don’t need to use internet for our diagnosis! It’s brain syphilis! This is so great! We don’t even need House for differential!! We will just take some antibiotics!!!

Remember how it all started? A brand new show with super powers, mystery, twists and plots; a cute blond cheerleader set on dying and videotaping it over and over again, a flying politician, a young mother with multiple personality disorder (who used to be so badass in her ‘unwhiny’ mode)… A crazy maniac killing people with abilities one by one hunting them down; premonitions, dreams, clues and hints, ever increasing sense of urgency…

Despite of or maybe due to all the familiar and recognizable stuff, all the comics and popular culture references it was good. The ever twisting storylines, the secrets untold (seriously, wasn’t Mama Petrelli the most crazy cold-blooded b*tch already and yet we knew nothing of her past at the moment), it was good. It felt like home.

The first season of ‘Californication’ blew my brains out. It was right after ‘Dexter’ but before ‘Weeds’ (I jumped the ‘Weeds’ bandwagon rather late) and it was pleasantly shocking. Remember the very first episode? Blow-job in the church, though imaginary? That was like ‘am I seeing this on TV for real?’