Thursday, January 24, 2013


I freely admit to being a lousy Catholic. I know all the stuff, but it just sort of sits all the time on the surface while all The Bad bubbles away underneath. Can't help it.

And why? Well, as cliched as it sounds, it's the Dad thing. I got Dad-issues; who doesn't? Sue me.

It's probably why I got so obsessed with Fringe and the Walter/Peter thing.