I think he's got almost every space on his Genre TV Bingo Card filled in at this point.

He's beyond Genre. If it's filmed in Canada, he's been on it. And beyond. He'll go anywhere, be skeevy in anything. Him and Garret Dillahunt.

(I also like to read the French, Italian and Spanish instructions on beauty products and cooking items aloud, to practice. I'm a freak.)

I learned most of my early French from reading the backs of Canadian cereal boxes as a kid.

I learned most of my early French from reading the backs of Canadian cereal boxes as a kid.

Me too! And the backs of shampoo bottles and medicine bottles...

I also like to read the French, Italian and Spanish instructions on beauty products and cooking items aloud, to practice.

'Shampooing' has a very cool pronunciation.

I've noticed we sound super-nasal on your telly and tend to talk louder. But some of us really do, so it's hard to get offended, even if it is a caricature.

Heh. I know what you mean. It's like how we always sound as posh as the Queen on your shows. And I go "We don't sound like that," and then I hear Stephen Fry and apparently we do.

The one that confused me for years was "raisin" flavored soda and juice boxes. I was well into my teens before I realized that "raisin" was French for "grape."

I think he's got almost every space on his Genre TV Bingo Card filled in at this point.

When I met him at Comic-Con, I was all, "I loved you on Firefly and Battlestar Galactica and The X-Files, " and he was all, "Was I in all those?" He's also got, what, The Middleman and Dollhouse and Leverage and Supernatural and...I think that's all the ones I've seen him in. Perhaps.

He was the bad guy in the White Collar pilot.

CSI. Which isn't genre, but still, I went "Hey, it's Badger! I mean, Pyro Boy! I mean, Nate's nemesis!"

Thanksgiving without Gourmet - a really beautiful tribute by a former Gourmet staffer.

How does one mourn the loss of a cultural institution? It is a death, to be sure, but the grief is more amorphous, less straightforward, than what you feel for a person. It’s like passing by your childhood home, now in a strange family’s hands; like finding out that the library where you whiled away your adolescence has been torn down. Something you loved dearly is gone forever, and it is beyond your power to get it back. Yesterday, you were part of 69 years of collective wisdom; today, you are meeting with HR; tomorrow, you are once again just another unemployed thirtysomething with a passion for food. Ensign, where’s your ship?

The only possible answer to that question lies in action. You’ve lost Gourmet. What do you do? You cook, of course.

He was a fun nemesis on Burn Notice, which he played with his main Leverage henchman.