Put your pants on, and you're ready!

Autumn is the only season worth having. Summer's hot and gross, winter's cold and hard to drive in, and spring's wet and might as well not be a season. In the middle, you have the calm, reasonable fall. Temperature is no longer a check on fashion, and all the best TV shows start up. Leaves are pretty and I don't have to rake them. We don't need fans going through the house because we're too cheap to switch on the air conditioner.

Sergei Eisenstein, best known for his film Battleship Potemkin (1925) also made this other movie called Strike (1925) which is also way effed-up. It promotes collectivism and utilizes the "Soviet montage" method, but it also has a shot of workers being massacred intercut with a cow being butchered. Like, it's struggling and its brains are oozing out and everything. Subtlety is not Eisenstein's forte, but for the time it was all revolutionary. Classical Film Criticism is looking to be the standout class of the semester.

House tonight was amazing (but then, it always is (sorry, is my fanaticism showing?)) Taub's leaving, which sucks, because he is THE MAN. And oh my god, House cooking with Wilson is one of the standout scenes so far, if only for the ball jokes.

Castle appears to be bringing its A-game for the second season, because both episodes so far have been great. And did that one suspect with the ankle thing look like a coked-up Alan Rickman? And Nathan Fillion put on this dreamy awesome smug grin towards the end that cracked me up.