Sweet Tattoo

Ok, seriously, enough. I am so effing tired of Fringe. It hasn't even premiered and I'm already so fucking done.

I went to Comic Con. I spend a lot of time educating myself about pop culture, especially when it comes to movies and TV. When shit like the Jonas Brothers escape my notice, I'm totally ok with it. But when J.J. "let's see how we can work the backstreets of China into this one" Abrams comes out with a new show, I should have some idea what the hell it's about.

Here? Nope. Not a thing. If I have to work this hard, which is to say, at all, it's too much. I should at least be able to tell you a general plot point. Something, anything more than that giant poster outside the Personal Storage in Westwood near the 405 has a girl's upside-down head on it, and Joshua "Pacey" Jackson is in it.

This show, apparently, should be right up my alley. So why don't I know a fucking thing about it except that there were frogs on the posters they handed out at the Fox booth at Comic Con?

You're a new show. I should not be having to wonder. You should be spoon feeding me this shit so I get excited, not annoyed that I can't even find a fucking premise.

And no, I'm not gonna go to imdb and look up the tag line or the plot keywords. As I said, I'm already working too hard by wondering about this for longer than about 30 seconds.

Bite me, Fringe.