oh children. it's that time of year again. what time, you ask? deadwood time.

deadwood. christ. if you aren't watching this, there is something seriously wrong with you.

so i just watched the season opener, and here are my thoughts so far:

al. fucking al. god i love him. i love those wonderful shots of his face, close up, while he's on his balcony, surveying his domain and plotting. because he plots so well. and he scrubs bloodstains for catharsis.

trixie. all trixie, all the time.

charlie fucking utter.

al. can't love him too much. i would have ian mcshane's children. that man is so fucking brilliant it kills me.

richardson. how awesome is he?

the makeup people who did e.b.'s face. that was seriously alarming.

gerald mcraney manages to make hearst genial and creepy at the same time. awesome!

joanie. jesus, she nearly killed me. and then that scene with jane. that line about how every day you have to relearn how to live (except, you know, more shakespearean and eloquent) just slew me.

and al.