Bev: And that's why you leave a note.

There was something really dramatically right with it, which I think is what prevents the show from sinking into horrible shock TV territory- there's a sense that her murder is given the proper weight.

I do like that after witnessing a woman bisected and presented in sheets of glass, she's all, "Yeah, you can use my blog so long as I can make money off of it." NOTHING gets to her because she's just that awful.

Empathy may be going too far, but it's more like… he's trying to be human. He's fundamentally broken on some level but wants to try to relate to people. His therapy sessions with du Maurier were hugely revealing on this level.

Well it was grass-fed.

That was the best touch- it shows just how fundamentally alien his emotions are.

Most of the analysis of this show focuses on the visual, and deservedly so- but man, shout-outs must be given to the incredible music tonight. Very avant-garde and dissonant even in comparison to earlier episodes.

Freddie's outfit was super scaly.

Played a few new board games, mostly kinda weird and toy-like over the weekend. One is called "Crack! Crack! Lumberjack!" and is essentially Jenga with axes. You've got a tree set up, lots of little plastic axes, and what you want to do is knock off the edge "bark" pieces without knocking off the core. (There's also…

The Prisoner has one of the absolute best. Amazing song, terrific editing.

For sheer ominous-ness the original Hartnell titles are hard to beat. Just pure flickering light.

I actually got a certain Louie vibe from this episode. Maybe because of the focus on one place and time, I dunno.

At this point Hatesong is just a repository for bad music criticism. It's always either A) distaste for an entire genre of music which, well, can't be helped, or B) complaining that the artist didn't live the experience they're singing about so shut up, which is the dumbest-ass criticism you can make of anything ever.

Yeah. Uh, yeah.

I think a major difference is that Hannibal isn't about the butchery of innocents, at least not in that same lurid way- it's about the actual psychology of broken people. Hannibal himself is ultimately not glamorized- he's outwardly charming but we keep coming back to his inability to relate to others.

Caption for the picture: "And what is the deal with nosy police investigators? Am I right?"

Laurie as House is probably the single best job of a British person doing an American accent, but it's telling- his entire voice basically transforms.

I've been taking advantage of the WWE Network to watch the earliest episodes of Monday Night Raw from 1993. It's rough going, primarily due to Rob Bartlett as the world's worst person to do any kind of sports and/or entertainment commentary ever. Say what you will about Michael Cole, he never spent an entire episode…

You're forgetting the best part of The Green Slime, which is the theme song. But the slime monsters themselves come close- they're actually kind of cute.

That entire scene is just great. I'm actually more fond of "Featuring… Professor Gas Can!" as an indicator of him randomly grabbing things.