“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” ― Mark Twain 

I have a confession to make.

I am addicted to Supernatural. Yes, the TV show.

It crept up on me. I honestly didn’t see it coming.

I’ve only watched through it a few times (read on the 4th watch through all seasons and catching up on this season – I think my husband is planning an intervention).

Why, you might ask? It’s the humour in the darkness. It’s all the lore.

It’s scenes like this –
{Kills me every time I see it}.

…and let’s not forget this gem –

Oh, and Castiel –

Seriously – adding Castiel just made it so much better…

Sheriff Jody –

…and Sheriff Donna –

{Sheriffs Jody & Donna should have their own spinoff show – seriously}

and Crowley –

…and and and…

The best thing about this show for me – I can sit and knit, have a glass of wine and just chill. I can do the same with other shows – I love Buffy, Doctor Who, Farscape, Red Dwarf, Star Trek (All of them), etc (most of which I can watch on Netflix! YAY! [I don’t have cable or satellite])…but there is just something about this show. It never seems to take itself too seriously, even in it’s darkest times.

Between the themed episodes, the survival rate of characters (LOL), the dry and dark humour, the self-deprecation – it’s my guilty pleasure.

Ok – I’m done. I am not usually the type to geek out publicly like this. I have certain things in my life I won’t do without – my comics, my computer (for gaming and photos), and certain shows.

Kansas – Carry On Wayward Son