Blame it on the New England Patriots giving me a frakkin’ heart attack, forcing me to watch every down of that game.

Just finished watching the season finale of Heroes, and I will say: a big ball of meh. Almost nothing that wasn’t predictable, with the plot resolving universally weak and continually choosing the easy way out. If you didn’t see those two deaths coming, well, you’ve no one to blame for yourself. If you participated in a drinking game where you had to drink each time a member of the cast blamed a member of their parent’s generation for screwing up their lives, well, your liver has no one to blame but yourself.

That being said, I’m all for homoerotic cross-country flights for two.

A full review will be forthcoming tomorrow evening. I know. All eight of you who read this site will be crushed.