*tosses an ear*
So...that was the second episode of The Listener.

Toby has more chemistry with Joe the Firefighter than he does with either of his female love interests. Accordingly, I shall now be viewing this show with slash goggles firmly affixed. Or hormonal goggles, at the very least. (Because: Toby's shoulders. And the fitted shirts Wardrobe keeps putting him in, that show off the way he...tapers. Yes. *happysigh*)

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Burn Notice! Badass Michael has returned to my viewing schedule! (And, I should point out, also is One with the...taper. Yes. *HAPPYSIGH*) YAY.

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Julius Caesar was some quality entertainment. It began kinda slowly, but by the time it got to the scene where Calphurnia tries to convince Caesar not to go out on the Ides, it had hit its stride, and the rest rolled along quite well. Geraint Wyn Davies was a very good Caesar (he's such a good Shakespearian actor. You can tell by the way his resume is studded with sci-fi/fantasy TV roles), Tom Rooney was a very good Cassius (only a little insouciant), and the Unexpected Actor Is Unexpected of the evening was Timothy Stickney (who played Cinna), who, as is pointed out in the very last line of his programme bio, you may know best as RJ Gannon on One Life to Live.

This is one of those Shakespeares I've never read, but have picked up mostly through cultural osmosis. I like seeing the Shakespeares I don't know well for the first time (I also like seeing plays I've read or studied, of course, but I enjoy them in different ways) because there's a special kind of thrill in experiencing the big soliloquys for the first time in performance. In this case, that thrill came from Antony's big speech ("Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him...")--which, yes, is pretty darn good as a text, but is really rather excellent as a skilled performance.

As we left the theatre, the Latin-knowledgeable members of our group tried to figure out how to say, "Zombie Caesar wants your brains" in Latin. Because...he did. Brutus's brains, anyway. (I have just received the following from said Latin-knowledgeable people: "Ego exmortuum Julius Casear et volo edi tuorum ores." This is why you should always go to the theatre with geeky types.)

Finally, there may have been some small yet inordinate amount of glee over the way Ger grabbed Ben Carlson (Brutus)'s arm as they walked offstage after the curtain call. Because there's a FK blooper in which he grabs John Kapelos (...or possibly Nigel Bennett?) in exactly the same way, and I am easy to please with fannish nostalgia. *g*

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History TV is having a Band of Brothers marathon this weekend, to mark the anniversary of D-Day. Since I haven't seen BoB since the marathon History TV ran on New Years Day, like, three years ago, I figured I'd tune in. If only for Damian Lewis's American accent.