Having only recently discovered and fallen madly in love with PENNY DREADFUL, I find myself suffering from a terrible malady. I bought seasons one and two, and was able to watch them at my leisure. Problem is, I’m now hooked. I’m jonesing for more. You might be wondering, as PENNY DREADFUL season number three just started, what exactly the problem IS, yes? There wouldn’t be one at all, EXCEPT I don’t have Showtime. Okay, one phone call fixes that. Done. Now I have Showtime. I can start watching PENNY DREADFUL this coming Sunday, and I plan to. But we’re three episodes in, now, and I have to catch up. I can’t just START with the third episode. Or are we up to FOUR by now?! AAARRRGH!
What’s that? Watch ‘em online, you say? Sure, I could do that. Except I’m still CURSED. The nature of my curse? Living in a rural—VERY rural—area, the curse that I bear is called “dial-up.” Yes, there are still people in this country who are forced to live with such primitive technology. Trust me, yelling at cable companies over the telephone won’t get them to provide service to your area any faster. I’ve tried. What’s left for me but to move? And yet I can’t get moved before Sunday, when the next PENNY DREADFUL airs. And DRACULA is finally on the show! Geeze, I’m gonna go nuts, here!