I just watched the S3 premiere of Fringe. I didn't watch the show at the beginning because I was too angry that JJ Abrams, of all people, was making an X-Files clone, when X-Files is the Awesomest and can never, ever be equaled, much less replaced.
But after my parents liked it, and said it was different from XF, my anger cooled. I still didn't watch more than one or two episodes, though, because I wasn't interested in getting involved in another Jaybrams show so that I could grow to love it and then have my love strangled by how convoluted and insane and pointless it would get in the later seasons (see: Alias, Lost).
But then I watched the last half of S2 with my parents, after moving back home from school, and dang if it wasn't pretty darn awesome.
So now, back to the S3 premiere.
Why am I doing this to myself, again? I haaaate plotlines where the main character is brainwashed or has amnesia or whatever. It makes me incredibly stressed until it's resolved. I really hope Olivia is all Sydney-Bristow-actually-unable-to-be-brainwashed-because-she's-just-that-awesome, and she's faking it. Because... gah!
And gah! to Fauxlivia making out with Peter. Not. Okay. It's not fair to have their relationship just beginning to go that way, so all this development will eventually be for nothing and it will be highly awkward and stuff.
That said? I will still watch the next one as soon as I have a chance. And I'm perfectly aware that one of the solutions to not being frustrated with Fringe would be to not care about TV so much, but pfft, like that's ever going to happen. Heh.