"Cranston is married to Robin Dearden, whom he met on the set of the show Airwolf (1984). He was playing the villain of the week, and she played his hostage (held at gunpoint)."

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Joe and I finished season four of Breaking Bad last night (nb: HOLY SHIT AAAAHHHRRGGGHHHAAAAHHH FAAAACE!!) so now I’m Googling all the things I wanted to Google but was afraid to Google for all the lurking spoilers and whatnot. I was really itching for some resolution re: Anna North’s wildly evolving face/body situation (I figured she was pregnant at some point but she doesn’t appear to have had a kid since 2006 so now I am feeling like an awful bodyshaming asshole but seriously what is going on she looks like a totally different person which is weird for a show that’s supposed to take place in a compressed period of time when no one else looks markedly different except I feel like Walt’s goatee was looking a little glued on a few times in the last season) but oh well. This is really sweet, at least! Also Aaron Paul was in some Korn videos.

Things the first season of Breaking Bad, which Joe and I are just now watching, has significantly complicated my relationship with so far

• Coughing fits (now associated with undiagnosed/untreated lung cancer and also red phosphorus poisoning or whatever)
• Wallabees (now associated with standing otherwise naked in your underoos in the middle of a dessert wielding a gun you don’t want to shoot wondering what has become of your life)
• Granny-square afghans (now associated with terribly repressed Family Meetings)
• Brian, one of Joe’s best friends (who looks so much like Jesse Pinkman’s white swan that I was overly empathizing him way ahead of the narrative schedule)
• Albuquerque in general (so pretty, would love to visit but can’t see how I wouldn’t be like METH METH METH METH EVERYWHERE IS METH although I’m from middle Tennessee so maybe I should be used to it)
• Mr. Murray, my own middle-aged, cardigan-wearing, mild-mannered high school chemistry teacher (who would occasionally make calls in class to his elderly mother, with whom he lived, to inquire about her status and also that of their shared cats, OR MAYBE IT WAS TO HIS “BUSINESS PARTNER” AND “HOW’S THE LITTLE GRAY ONE DOING” WAS CODE FOR “HAVE YOU TALKED TO TUCO YET COME ON YOU LITTLE SHIT WHAT’S THE HOLDUP I AM DYING OF CANCER WHEEZE WHEEZE ECHH ECHH ECHH ECHH”)