When my brother and I were younger we’d get into some vicious fights. We never caused each other any permanent damage, but not for lack of effort, and our animosity was often reset when our mom was always there to temporarily keep the peace by forcing us to “hug and make up.” I say “often reset” because we would hug and make up, but we didn’t want to, and sometimes forced hugging is not the best solution when people want to hurt one another. It was dangerous to lower your guard in that situation, because we naturally both saw it as the perfect opportunity to deliver a vicious knee to the crotch. And so when we were going in for the make-up hug, we’d sort of scuttle in sideways, taking away the most devastating crotch-shot angles, and the “hug” would be more like a one-handed “hey dude” pat on the back, while the our hand protected our delicate areas from the inevitable sneak attack.

It was with a similar caution that I approached “Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.” I wanted to embrace it, but I was wary of having my metaphorical nuts crunched.

NBC tapped professional in-house suck ups Nancy O’Dell and Billy “yes we’re related and equally smug and shallow in our chosen professions” Bush to host the aborted, downsized, writers struck Golden Globes.

Capitalizing on the success of it’s Golden Globe nominated series Mad Men, AMC is rolling out a new series Breaking Bad which premieres January 20.

The show centers on Walt White (Bryan Cranston from Malcom in the Middle) a high school chemistry teacher who, in the midst of a mid-life crisis is diagnosed with terminal cancer and turns to a life of crime in order to provide for his wife and special needs son.

Oh, hey! We weren’t expecting visitors just yet. Feel free to look around and everything, but please - don’t use the bathroom. It’s kind of not ready for prime time if you know what we mean.

(Geektoob should be ready for launch Jan. 1st. Keep checking back for updates, though. We occasionally rip into a bottle of vodka and write about our FEELINGS.)