It's that very time of year I anticipate with about as much nervous excitement as abject horror. How in the world will I ever have time to watch all these shows?
I love that genre entertainment is having such a day in the sun, but it's fascinating me that so few of the heroes of the franchises at the forefront can actually step out into sunlight. The vampire has been invited in.
In its finale, Supernatural delivered not only one of the finest hours of network television of 2010, but it also supplied one of the most intellectually and satisfying closures any sci-fi or horror series ever broadcast.
The critics (and twitics) of late may preach the beauty of the marriage between TV and Twitter, but it isn't all one happy honeymoon.
I often find myself reflecting on shows that were cult hits in the 90s, like The X-Files, and wish I could go back in time, give all those diehard fans Twitter, and see what would happened.
If fiction often reflects a nation's culture, why, oh-why-oh, do we have so many vampires, in so many places, sucking up so many entertainment dollars with such blazing success today?