Part of this post is as close as I get to RPF.
It's been so long since the last time I saw Band of Brothers, I had forgotten how much I love the scene in which Nix makes his big declaration of love for Winters:

"I can't let him go by himself! He doesn't know where it is."

I mean, Nix didn't even need to declare himself, given that what's-his-name, the guy he was talking to, had already gone ahead and assumed that wherever Dick went, Nix was going, too. And yet, there it is: one of the most perfect and nicely-executed Movie Moments of Manly Affection.

Awwwwww. *WAFF* Only a very tiny part of me is actually kidding, here. That moment is awesome.

Aside from the Yuletide archive, which I have already pillaged, where's all the Nixon/Winters fic? I feel a yen.

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As I was flipping channels before bed last night, I happened across a rerun of The O'Regan Files (Seamus O'Regan, amiable journalist, sits down for a half-hour one-on-one with artists of various stripes) in which he interviewed Paul Gross about Passchendaele.

I was reminded that, despite his tin ear when it comes to writing women and certain of the more subtle kinds of drama, Paul Gross is a very intelligent, very funny, very savvy guy who genuinely believes in the worth of Canadians taking responsibility for our own cultural narrative.

Then I remembered he's going to be in the upcoming Witches of Eastwick TV series, which may--may; I'm not sure how the timing shakes out for this theory--explain why he wasn't at this year's Genies to accept for Passchendaele.

...Paul Gross, our world is uncertain enough as it is; don't you go upsetting my mental equilibrium re: my idea of Canada's national arts warriors.