"I think he was makin' small of me"

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Yay! morganaus is back from Domino's Pizza Republic. Or something!

And kalinichta has been new jobbin' it for approximately two weeks (give or take)!


This episode opened with Con Stapleton talking into a boob. While screencapping Tolliver's reaction may have been funny, it would have involved not fast-forwarding through the scene. The combo of Con Stapleton touching a boob and Tolliver being in a scene with Con Stapleton...*shudder*

So instead let us move along to the Adams/Hearst pow-wow:


Silas Adams: putting the "wow" in pow-wow since 1877.



If you had told me ten years ago that the mustachioed gentleman from Simon and Simon and Major Dad (and that assistant who looked like Edna from The Incredibles made me so uncomfortable, so I really didn't watch a lot of that show...if you can believe it) would be, next to Pennywise, the most frightening man I'd seen on television, I would've scoffed.

Look at him in this picture. I feel everything good and light wilting in my soul. Seriously.

So there's a bit of back-n-forth, give-n-take. Hearst grows weary and frustrated with Adams' taciturn brickwalling. And then the opportunity for entertainment presents itself:



"Tell your friend I'm not afraid of him." So sayeth the Cap'n, who I thought was mute after his first two appearances on the show. When he spoke, as Mare said, it was a hilarious surprise, as Captain Turner sounds just like Super Dave Osborne! How much better would the Dan/Turner fight have been if one of them had been catapulted into a basketball backboard? Or bopped in the nuts with a golf club (uh, is that Super Dave or Dorf? Or both?).

Adams asks if he means the "big guy;" Turner, in what passes for a "yo' momma" of Deadwoodian times says, "Maybe he looks big to you." Uh, Turner, perhaps you have not had the pleasure of the Surround Sound Salmon-Colored Undadrawers Experience. Anyhow, this is Adams' reaction:



I know that my crush on Adams makes me say that everything he does is great, but seriously, next to Al, Adams give the best "whatevs" face in town.

Meanwhile, N General mooches off/moderately sexually harasses Aunt Lou:


And in another part of town, Steve the Drunk majorly sexually harasses/bugs the holy hell out of Tom Nuttall and Harry the Tooting Bartender:


I mean "bugs" in several ways. Don Knotts could learn a thing or two from this pop-eyed sinkhole of a man. Also amusing: Tom and Harry's "geeeeeewwwwww" expressions. For real, guys. Gew for real.

Speaking of imbibing and altered realities, Alma Garrett, back on the junk, pulls a Miyagi whilst being interviewed by the always delightful Merrick:



"I, like, really believe we have to take care of the Earth, you know? I believe our environment is really important."



"Uh-huh."



"And, like, what if God was one of us? You know? Like, just a stranger on a stagecoach tryin' to make his way home?"



"Uh...uh-huh?"



"Know what's a pretty funny movie? Alice in Wonderland! It's, like, totally crazy. Those talking flowers, man!"



"..."



"Oh, sweet baby Jesus, not the Alice in Wonderland thing again."



"Have I told you about the many uses of hemp? You can use it to make soap!"



"...actually, I...have to get going. I have a boydate with my friend, Blazanov. We have to...discover a guy with a knife in his chest. Yeah."



"Hey, man, that's your journey. I'll see you around."



*blissed out like whoa*



Ah, nonverbal disapproval. My favorite kind of Trixie disapproval. Seriously, her shrill was off-the-damn charts in season 3.



Alma, caught betwen shame and a good high, has the sense to put her head down and enjoy being fucked up in a less public manner. Because that worked so well last time with Alma's drug problem.



And here he is, the Master of the "Whatevs," Albert Swearengen.

Can I tell you about my first experience with Al/Ian McShane? It was the year he won a Golden Globe for Deadwood. They showed a clip from the show, and here were my thoughts at the time, pretty much in the following order:
1) Wow. He is loud and not a good actor.
2) And unattractive to boot. Seriously. Fugly.

While it took me a while to "warm" to Al--seriously, with all the "I love Al!" talk I heard from friends before I finally started watching, I expected to dig him right off the bat--I was egregious in my second thought. Ian McShane is a very, very good-looking guy. You have to look for it through Al's sweatiness and interesting choice of facial hair (brother can rock a soul patch), but he is not ugly. I should apologize to him or something.

Uh, when I'm done "apologizing" to Silas Adams. All night long, if you catch my meaning.

Part 2 when I get my ass home!