Since I started writing this column, I’ve had a recurring nightmare: I’m hunched over my computer, trolling the Internet. My eyes ache. I’m inexplicably covered in blood. My palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, there’s vomit on my sweater already, mom’s spaghetti, and all because I can’t dig up the perfect web series to write about. Right before I wake up, Splitsider readers always come into my bedroom, one by one, and make fun of my Tony Soprano impersonation (knowing that I think it’s really good). My feelings get really hurt.
Luckily, the nightmare never comes true (not yet anyway) and I find something worthwhile to cover. [...]