dear god, why do I still watch Supernatural?

catching up on tv after my week of unconsciousness, but it's the question I ask myself every time I watch spn these days. it's not that I think it's bad, although it kinda is, it's that I don't CARE.

I have a theory that the world really did end with Michael v. Lucifer, and every season since then has been the result of Sam and Dean's fevered brains trying to cope with the reality of a zombie apocalypse. Like JR's dream on Dallas, only...spn-y.

okay, that's not going to be the case, but christ, I wish the show had died with Kripke. Swan Song would have been an epic fucking tv-changing series finale.

instead we're stuck watching these fuckers limp along for...god, how many more seasons have they committed to now? I'm only half kidding about the zombie thing. IT WON'T DIE. an admirable quality in the Winchester men themselves...not so much in the show.

heh. k, rant done. been holding that one in for a very long time.