You think I'd have prepared better for this; after all, it happens every year after one of HBO's awesome yet depressingly abbreviated seasons and I've been thinking about it since June 11th (I am a sick person. I realize this). But here I am, the way that I am every year when True Blood draws to what I am sure will be a blood-drenched, dizzying-ly awesome finale: depressed at spending Sunday nights during a long autumn and winter and fall somewhere besides Bon Temps. WHY are the seasons only twelve episodes long?! HBO is the cruelest of all the networks.
As you have surely noticed, True Blood coverage stopped around these parts this season and it certainly wasn't for a lack of discussion topics because--holy shit--this show continues to be insane and nearly every episode this season was a nonstop rollercoster of INSANE. No, life got completely crazy and my schedule was all thrown off. And no, none of the above is code for "I was legally prohibited by court order from discussing Alexander Skarsgard", I swear!
There is SO MUCH to say about this season and I am sure there will be SO MUCH to say about tonight's season finale--I think I may need to spend the next few hours coming up with just the right phrase to describe the kind of awesome-soaked WTF?! this finale will surely bring us--but I am going to start with a list of stray thoughts and observations from this season, few of which will make sense and none of which are presented in any sort of logical order. When I phrase it like that, how can you not click behind the cut? My advertising skills are seriously stellar.