I've been pleasantly mulling a potential post about my new TV love, AMC's Rubicon. I was bubbling over with things to talk about--the sense of style, the way it looks and sounds, the narrative, the atmosphere. And the characters, of course, especially Kale Ingram, mysterious-emotionally-detached-openly-gay-former-Marine-CIA-guy-who-can-get-a-body-disposed-of-with-one-phone-call. I've been feeling so fannish about it!

And thennnnnn they cancelled it.

Not that I don't have other one-season-wonders close to my heart, but it can get so tiring to fall in love with something and then be forcibly reminded that I'm not the audience they want. I hate having such an intense pleasure disrupted simply because it didn't catch on widely enough or with the right people.

I can still be fannish about it, of course...hell, I am with the others. But first I guess I gotta brood.

*broods*