Right off the failure of Treme (which I’m still mildly disappointed), Netflix delivered to me Mad Men. And I have to say, the show is glorious. Remember: I was addicted to the Sopranos, even when it became tawdry and lame. I have great fondness for terrible, awful, reprehensible characters. I love Don Draper and his tribe of moronic droogs. I love Joan, Queen of the Secretarial Pool more. It’s like a horrible Clockwork Orange set in a 1960 advertising agency. Yes, I am coming to it late — I know it is in the middle of its third season — but Netflix will catch me up. If I was home right now I would be marathoning Mad Men.