By John Thomas
Columnist
If you’re shut in at your dorm this holiday season, no friends or family to call your own during the bleak dead of winter, here are some shows to check out. The viewing order is required, not suggested.
“Breaking Bad” – For real though, come on, you might actually make some friends if you watch this show, and then spark up a conversation with virtually anyone about it. I’m an orthodox “Breaking Bad” fan, so my series’s finale doesn’t air until February, but you regular folk should be able to find everything online right now. Right. Fricken’. Now.
“Futurama” – After finishing “Breaking Bad” with a cold heart full of rotten pixie dust and bad decisions, give “Futurama” a whirl to warm it up again. Though, note that those bad decisions and that rotten pixie dust can never actually be cleaned out. The final episode of “Futurama” is one of the finest in all of television, a moniker that can be given to more than a few entries in its run.
“Luther” – My mom loves the hell out of this show. Maybe once you get the gumption to call your own mother, you can talk about this epic, Idras Elba-ing series. It is, to me, a very casual show, but it’s better by miles than any cop/detective/procedural schlock on American television.
“Greek” – I remember enjoying “Greek” to the point where I alienated myself from a lot of people in high school, so there has to be something to this ABC Family sitcom. However, I don’t remember exactly why I enjoyed it so much. I don’t even remember much about the show in general, so I’ll be doing a re-watch of this during break as well. Maybe you could even email me your comments at [email protected] and we can find out what I liked about it together. One of these days, my fans, I promise your fan mail will be answered.
Black Adder – Black Adder is a show that all of your professors who are worth a damn have seen. That’s a rule that applies to most professions, except proctologists, because they already must laugh a ridiculous amount at work, so it would seem kind of unfair for them to get to do that at home too. You might think Rowan Atkinson can’t jump past the comedic parameters of Mr. Bean, but if you do think that then you’re dead wrong, just dead wrong.