I like Castle best when it is being funny. Not that I don't get why they need to mix in some seriousness. But I love that they sometimes approach classic screwball comedy.

They were letting Nathan be Nathan on that one. The Castle theme stinger made me laugh like a loon. All of the character interactions with the camera were hilarious.

I get the bromance in the face of manpain H50 was going for--it's the oxygen, the lifeblood of some audience reaction. But if I tell you to step the fuck back so someone I trust raises my child if I die please do it. Dying with me is not a touching gesture of confidence. We'll both be similarly still alive if you're half a block over that way.

I mean, I get the theory (and emotion) behind it, but this isn't just two comrades in arms. There's a kid here. Who's going to raise her? Steve's GF? MOM? Kono? Kelly? NO I ASKED YOU.

Sorry. I'm evidently irritated by many things today. Maybe more tisane is warranted.

Well, her mom and stepdad will raise her. But I have a visceral dislike of the plan to not acknowledge that bad outcome and then it won't happen that Steve seemed to be working under, so I am essentially with you. Move to safety, dude.

But he never seems to trust them enough. Having someone on his team being part of her life seemed important. And the fact that she has a married mother makes it even less likely that she'd be exposed to more Danno.

Hey, if I'm childless and alone and your mother won't desecrate my grave, hold hands with me while I explode. But if I need you to do something for me if I die, ignoring me isn't a cute sign of your devotion. It's more like not taking me seriously, because I figure I'll be highly irritable in a situation like that.

Watching NCIS made me realise--I'm going to move Hart of Dixie up above it in priority. The relationships on NCIS: Venice Beach make more sense to me. I'm totally down with "I berate because I love" in both life and fiction, but that show is just giving me whiplash. I don't get undercurrents or overtones or anything, just Stop. Sentiment. Stop. Smacktalk. Pause...and feel. Right, back to action. Transitions, not so much.

And Gibbs ceased to be a character a while back. Just a good looking guy acting out a series of improbable tics at this time. So, when Scooter isn't talking in the third person, I'll check in and see if Tony decides it's okay to act like a grownup where more than one person can see him yet.

Nobody hold hands with me while I explode. Go stand somewhere safer and live to remember me, whether I have kids or not. Sing songs of my unflinching bravery, etc.

Mostly, of course, let the guy in the protective suit cut the right wire.

Mostly, of course, let the guy in the protective suit cut the right wire.

Seriously--let's not talk over him. Let's give him some quiet so he can focus. I'm going to meditate on my life so far and my choices for the next fifteen minutes, mmkay? If I think of anything good, I'll tweet it.

Criminal Minds: Wow, Meshach Taylor. I haven't seen him in anything in ages, and I almost didn't recognize him.

Dang, Keith Szarabajka is on Elementary. I didn't even recognize him until he spoke, but there's no mistaking that voice.

Yeah, I recognized the voice too. Damn, it's weird to see him old(er).