Breaking Bad Season 4; Haiku Impressions

Hi, there! It's been a while. Contrary to appearances (and to echo those immortal words from one of my favorite parts of Monty Python and the Holy Grail) "[We] are not dead yet." Though our online commentary has slowed, our television-watching never will. And, oh, the television we have watched this summer! Game of Thrones, Mad Men, reruns of Game of Thrones and Mad Men, and more recently for me, Breaking Bad.

Thanks to methods I will not mention, I've recently been catching up on Season 4 of my favorite hour of children's programming, Breaking Bad, a show where the majority of episodes are brought to you by the letters A and B. "A" as in "anti-hero," "all the sads," and,  of course, "Aaron Paul's Emmy reel." "B" as in "blue meth," "blowing up shiz," and, of course, "Bryan Cranston's Emmy reel."

Originally, the plan was to post haikus after every season 4 episode I watched, but that didn't quite pan out, seeing as most episodes left me shocked, fascinated, mouth agape, flailing, and generally unable to form coherent thought for 17 syllables.  So, instead of 13 haikus, there are about...4?

This first one is called:

My Stream of Thought During Pretty Much Every episode:

[Walt,] How could you do that?!

Oh, no, that guy's gonna die.

[Walt,] How could you do that?!

Next is a tribute to ABQ's most feared fried chicken purveyor/meth distributor, the not-so-dearly departed Gustavo Fring:

Gus Fring: Chilean BAMF (Inspired by Ep. 10, "Salud") 

South of the border,

The Chicken Man gets pay back 

--sangre por sangre

Here's another one, also inspired by "Salud." Though most of the episode is about Gus showing Don Eladio who's really in control of the cartel, Walt finds out from his son how his own need to be in control has hurt his family instead of helping it. 'Twas an excellent interaction for both characters.

The haiku is simply called:

From the Mouths of Babes a.k.a. He Does More than Eat Breakfast

Junior finally 

gets out of the kitchen and

serves up some hard truth

And lastly, I leave you with my attempt at a season-wide haiku recap:

Bloodshed, Suspicion,

Innocence Lost: the side effects

of Breaking Bad

Hope you enjoyed these. If you have any Breaking Bad haikus nestled in your mind grapes, feel free to share them here :)

Breaking Bad Season 5 premieres tonight at 10/9c on AMC!!!

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETE

Hells Bells

Pete Campbell, you are

an advertising genius.

"Christ on a cracker!"

LOST 6.05 "Lighthouse"

I liked this episode, as I do every episode, but I can say that it wasn't my favorite. It brought up some interesting questions, but still...no real answers. Because of that, just haikus for you this week!

Jack: Father?
but jack has a son?
better question: who is mom?
(please not juliet!)

Claire: Bad wig
Who took your bay bee?
Jin is right, Kate took Aaron.
Shall we kill her now? :D

Lighthouse
Jacob sends us there
mysteries atop a hill
what's in the mirror?

LOST 6.03: "What Kate Does": Haiku Semi-Recap!!

So. I have to warn you. This isn't going to be a standard recap. It isn't even really a recap mostly because, with every new episode of this magnificent and confusing show, I'm finding Lost un-recappable (and I mean that in the best of ways).

This is one of those shows that, in a span of 44 minutes, delights my brain whilst twisting its synapses inside out as I try to comprehend it. Trying to explain my episode reactions in cohesive paragraphs is a little beyond me at this point. Thus, I have turned to one of the oldest forms of poetry--the haiku. The ones I've written for last night's episode are below.

Read them. Enjoy them. And please feel free to add a few of your own because let's face it..for LOST, there's always more to haiku about. (yeah. I'm gonna make it a verb.)

Some LOST Haikus for 6.03 "What Kate Does"

Claire: The Things that Never Change

Oh, no! Moy bey bee!

Somebody save moy bey bee!

Rousseau 2.0 (?)

Kate

...is more watchable

when she shoots people and steals cabs

than when in love polygons

Dogen

Mysterious BAMF!

John Lennon translates for you.

You make poison pills.

Sayid

Tortured torturer;

You've been infected. With what?

Don't swallow the pill!!!

*LOST*

I dedicate this blog post to 'the lil' old lady'

It's 5:35 p.m.. I'm at MindGrapes's apt. And, right now, she's threatening to show me 'I can has cheezburger' lolcatz pictures if I don't post right now. In the best interests of my own sanity, I must comply.

Here it goes. I give you gentle readers, in true Ashitaka Angel fashion, a haiku speaking of my deep and abiding love for this here blog.

Ode to A's angels:

Flawed, yes, but heaven-

sent guides of the screen are we:

GoodGrief, MindGrapes, Zozizzle

Oh, you know how deep that was. I can hear the sounds of snaps in a distant coffeehouse right now...

There, MindGrapes. I posted for you. I can haz no lolcatz now? ;)