So, I've discovered something about myself. Or perhaps rediscovered.
I have a horrible plague squick.
Really, it's awful. I used to be a gore and horror kind of gal, but in recent years I've started to pale at gore more and more (a rhyme? What for?), and the worst reaction is now for diseases that sweep in and wipe out populations in gory, bloody, puss-boil-y ways.
Like, you know, at least the first two episodes of Fringe.
The problem is, I like the characters, I like the actors, I like the writing, and—ick squick aside—I like the look and feel of the thing. I'm willing to give it at least another episode or two, I guess.
Someone please tell me the icky plague-ness eases off?