Later on, in the epilogue, they found him

This is another one of those placeholder posts. It's been that sort of day.

Last night lesser_celery showed me the first three episodes of Millennium (1996–99). I have been warned that we haven't even gotten to the really spectacular strangeness, but at this point I love it near unconditionally—the first episode is a beautiful little film that just happens to fit inside fifty minutes and if neither of the next two have been nearly as tight or as deeply reaching, they still remain some of the soundest hit-the-ground-running I've seen from a television show. I told strange_selkie, when she asked what I thought of the show so far: "It's like fiction by greygirlbeast or handful_ofdust, only filmed and starring Lance Henriksen. Prrrrrt." I stand by that statement.

And now I have to catch a bus, to meet rushthatspeaks at South Station. There may be a more thoughtful post on this subject later. I may also be distracted.