I finished the first season this evening.
There is a story arc, Max. You can't just stick in disks at random. That's just silly.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. A track-pants kinda day.
2. The rain.
3. Clint's cleaning frenzy. He got home at midnight yesterday and plunked himself down on the floor in the kitchen and cleaned all the old and expired boxed foods that were in the back of the bottom cupboards. Apparently this area of our home has been bothering him more than the growing pile of cardboard in the front hall that needs to be moved to the garage. Or the overflowing recycling box in the kitchen that has outgrown it's spot under the phone desk and is threatening to take over the back half of the house.