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Working from home today, as I have the mother of all colds. I would prefer to ditch work altogether, but I needed to finish some stuff for a meeting held all tuesdays. Ugh.

I dreamt a practically complete Arrow episode on Saturday night (which involved a cunning plan of someone poisoning a cat - bastards - to bring a kid to his dad's grave to bury the cat and then kill him and then use plastic helicopter blades to fly the earth away to, I don't know, another universe I suppose. All of this explained by Donna from Parks and Rec. I really don't know). So I took it to be a not so subtle way of my brain requesting I actually watch the series.

So I started watching it! I was expecting the start of it to be Vampire-Diaries-Pilot levels of bad, and while everyone is stiff and whatnot it wasn't nearly as bad, so I'm sticking with it. Fandom has promised me Oliver/Felicity are endgame and if they're not I shall be very, very mad.

And in other news, Hannibal was just as suspenseful, beautiful, creepy and horrifying as was expected. THANK GOD YOU'RE BACK, SHOW.

WHY YOU SHOULD BE WATCHING HANNIBAL (LIKE YESTERDAY) by ignipes.

Because this show is made of happiness and rainbows misery and mindfucks and gory hallucinations and the most awesomest happy cannibalistic family + a pack of cute puppies and Bryan Fuller's magnificent, magnificent mind. What else could you want?

Ahhhh so the lungs in Hannibal were actual pork lungs, I'd convinced myself that at least those had been fake. (WARNING: really gross picture.) I don't get grossed out at stuff on tv easy (real life is another cup of tea), but the lungs were particularly disturbing for me.

It doesn't help that I'm a pretty picky eater - the only organ I'm comfortable eating is tongue and only beef tongue, and probably only because I've been eating it sort of since birth, while my parents never pushed me to have the also popular intestine (tripita) or brains (sesos) tacos. I don't even like lamb, and even less goat. my grandad, though, has been known to eat all kinds of seafood, little random birds and other game, and he even once cooked rabbit in my house while I held my pet bunny close and covered his eyes and went 'shush baby, don't look, don't look'.

So like, even if everything wasn't people (SPOILER: EVERYTHING IS PEOPLE) I would still stay that oh no I'd left the oven on at home and run away from Hannibal's table of people and go eat my sorrows at a mcdonalds. A burger king, maybe, if I was feeling especially classy.

Anyway, roundabout way to say YOU ALL HAVE TO START WATCHING HANNIBAL AND YOU ALL HAVE TO START WATCHING IT IN HULU BECAUSE IF IT'S CANCELLED I SHALL CRY. It is creepy and beautiful and darkly funny and dreamy and made of nightmares and happiness and people. Mostly people.

Also, if anyone knows where I can get those earrings the opera singer was wearing in Sorbet please to be telling me right now because I need them like yesterday.