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In a moment of weakness, I have signed up for the Fandom Trumps Hate auction. Mostly because there's some really fantastic organizations being supported. So, if you'd like a 5-10K story from me (possibly longer if I get inspired) stay tuned for the auction details.

In TV news, I watched the first episode of Station Eleven on Thursday out of curiosity, and now three days later I've finished zipping through all ten episodes. Pre-Covid, I was rather fond of Pandemic Wipes Out Most of Humanity stories, but I have to say all the pandemic stuff in the beginning of the show now really stresses me the eff out.

Infectious disease stress aside, I thought the show was really beautifully made and constructed. The narrative jumps forward and backward in time, making you work a bit to keep up, but everything ties together in a very satisfying way in the final episode. And it's just full of brilliant performances, from the leads down to minor side characters. I was especially happy to see Lori Petty, playing the conductor of the Traveling Symphony, the nomadic theatre troupe keeping Shakespeare alive, post-pandemic.

Lured by the evil temptresses halotolerant, norfolkdumpling and dorinda, I decided to give the first episode of Hannibal a go.

Never have I been so conflicted with a show.

On the one hand, it's gorgeously shot, well-written, and Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen are fantastic individually, and an even better double act.

On the other hand, there are two scenes (just quick ones, involving a corpse and body parts) that got under my skin and had me obsessing over them whilst trying to get to sleep.

I should just call it quits there, but the good stuff is sooo good. And the promised slash looks, forgive me, delicious.

Damn you, Bryan Fuller, and your gorgeous, horrible show.

As if I needed any more excuse to love Simon Baker in The Mentalist, in this week's episode he shows up driving a Citroen DS21. A powder blue one. How awesome is that?

(I have a soft spot for Citroens. The first family car I remember was a Citroen DS, which my car loving father babied for a number of years. And if anyone still imported them into Canada, I'd buy one like a shot.)

In celebration of the convergence of a favourite actor and a favourite car, pics!

The man:

How can you not love this guy?

The car:

And is not this one of the coolest cars ever?

Well, we're finished the Painting the Baseboards adventure, are midway through the Moving Everything Off the Second Floor adventure and ready to start the Have the Hardwood Floors Installed on Said Second Floor adventure starting on Monday. As a result, I've mostly been MIA on LJ. But I do have a few brief TV related musings.

First off, we finally finished season 1 of Veronica Mars. Just in time for season 2 to finally show on Canadian TV. (And I'm really trying hard not to stress about the fact that we've already got 4 eps of it built up on the PVR. I have a feeling we're going to resort to buying the box set of season 2 almost as soon as it's out.) I love Veronica Mars, and think it's one of the smartest shows out there, but ( there's always a but, isn't there? )

Second, I have officially given up on The Chief. I've had 17 episodes of it sitting on the PVR since at least the spring, and not even the gorgeousness of Martin Shaw (and he is bloody gorgeous in it) can make me watch the damn thing. ( In which P rants about the wretchedness of The Chief... )

On the other hand, I've decided I utterly adore Judge John Deed. ( Ah, Deed, how I love you; and how you frustrate me... )

I may be disappearing entirely for a week or two. On top of the house stuff, I'm about to try upgrading my computer. New hard drives (320 GB!), new OS (Tiger!), new software (Final Cut HD!), all of which is probably going to entail new memory and a new graphics card, though that remains to be seen. If it all goes south, it may take me a bit to get it all sorted. So, send your good computer thoughts my way.