Also, I-95 around Boston is more precisely referred to as 128, which is the beltway. If they're living in Boston, they know that.
And also the North Shore. There's a big split and, weirdly, 128 goes west on the split, but ends up further east. I-95 goes to Maine (I'm ignoring that shakedown interlude known as New Hampshire).
So many people asked on John's blog about CK's reaction to having to wear eyeliner. I can't believe they thought he'd pitch some sort of a public macho fit. It's makeup. He was wearing some anyway.
OH NOES, A BOY ACTOR HAD TO WEAR EYELINER.
Clearly, CK'd have to punch them. To prove he's all masculine and stuff.
And this is a guy with beaded hair past his shoulders. He's as manly as he wants to be. Which is plenty manly indeed.
Shirtless Hardison in two days!
White Collar starts tonight, right?
I just rewatched the WC pilot last night (have gotten my sister hooked on it, as well as on Leverage). Referring to the photo of Kate, Neal said it was taken "four days ago in San Diego" and I thought, four days ago, wasn't Peter with Neal?
I want no retconning. I want this to make sense.
ZK, I don't know the details well enough to say.
I think they extricated themselves from the final scene of the previous episode adequately. I don't feel cheated, because Kate was unemotional and unrepentant, and also because she thought Neal had the music box that he didn't. Basically I don't like her, so stumbling blocks in their relationship, yay. Although I'm sure it'll be twoo wuv in the end.
I can't believe we were deprived of the kiss of life!
I love that Peter told Elizabeth about Kate.
Neal is such a gentleman, he sucked at playing a womanizing mysogonist. Loved all the tense double speak during the operation. Wasn't so pleased with the delivery of Peter's scene with Kate. I mean, I like the facts, but, I hate to say it, but as much as I love Tim DeKay and the statement of "He's my friend!", his delivery seemed off. Maybe it was acting across what's-her-face that sucked the talent out of the room.
Oh, also, Neal was fucking hot one-handedly slamming that skeet gun closed.