As many of you know, I’ve recently taken Terra Nova off of my TV queue this fall. So to fill its shoes, I’ve been heavily recommended that FX’s American Horror Story is a juicy and horrifying tale of a family in a cursed house. The final push to start this series is when the latest Entertainment Weekly arrived when its two major characters and a man in a rubber suit were on the cover. So after watching the first episode, I literally had my hand over my face the entire fifty minutes and nearly successfully shat my pants . The show is graphic, tense, and even highly sexual, something that my TV queue is lacking [Dexter can only have so much blood, gore, and sex]. And I haven’t regretted starting it ever since.
