Building simplicidade.org: notes, projects, and ocasional rants

Californication

There will always be extreme in Californication, from the initial minutes of a blasphemous moment in a church by a agreeable nun, to the moment that dreams do come true.

Maybe boys will be boys and we just enjoy lewdness, or maybe there is a grain of truth in it. But 6 years ago when I started watching the show, I never though the roller coast of emotions it would trigger.

Based on a set of never ending love stories, some peaceful, other just normal and a big sad one, it keeps rocking my socks off with the impossible real situations, and the fulsome dialogs.

You get to live an alternative universe in a even dozen instalments every year, and the only thing left after you are done, is a longing for the next fix.

Thank you, Hank Moody, you degenerate impossible lucky bastard. See you next year.