3rd Day of the Week

Yesterday was a perfect, perfect, PURRRRRRFECT day for me. No, it wasn't an exceptionally good day at work, specially since Dumby-Doo, the new secretary of the Direction assigned me a meeting room for the afternoon, butit seems she lacks either the information, the system, the power or the mojo to do it and make it stick, and so the Noppy-Noo assistant, who does possess all the power of Grayskull, and so it's invested with the mojo, gave the same meeting room to someone else, and made it stick. Meaning? Not much, just that I had people coming from another frotting district for a meeting and I didn't even had a chair to sit them. No biggie, though, as I've got Ro to lend me her office, where a discarded round table and three already-depreciated chairs offered Zo, Leli and I a place to sit and talk business. In the end, though there's pressure from every corner of the Earth (as usual) to get the stuff going, I made my point poking all the soft points and having them checked again. In the middle of the meeting my attention was drawn then to yet another tender point and, needless to say, I poked it and bursted it open. Taking these matters in hand and making them get around was good, was great, was awesome, but it wasn't that thing that made my day purrrrfect. My day was made purrrrfect by White Collar. Dear, let me tell you that the more I watch this series, the more I love, I love, I love it! (Me going Mr. Darcy? Nah...)

Being the good and considerated friend I am, I hurried to send an SMS to Carrie so that she doesn't forget to watch it. To my utter surprise she told me she wasn't gonna, but she would wait to Saturday to watch the marathon on Fox.Well, I think that's a follower, a converse I lost to the cause. I mean, even though it was me who converted her into Supernatural, it was me who brought the Winchesters into her life (she did had a faint idea of them, but not as forceful as after my preaching), she now walks by the ULTIMATE DELICATESSEN of White Collar? What's wrong with her!? Specially when I detailed for her the events to happen in the last episode (I read the full recap of the episode here), and TOLD HER that there would be HELPLESS DRUGGED CONFESSIONS made. What self-respecting slasher would EVER let such a delectable, pairing-canonizing event go by unseen? Well, all I have to add to this is that Youka Nitta wouldn't be proud of it. Oh, and the episode? Delicious as ever. Matt Bomer looks yummy with glasses. I'm sure Carrie would just love that. The plot was somewhat worn off, reheated from so many references to corruption in the organ transplant lists, and, to my personal opinion, it could have been better prepared, deeeper reaching, a bit stronger on the social aspect of it, which was barely brushed over, then with unexplained, magical solutions handed at the end as if the Disney-Rule-For-Happy-Endings-Were-Law, which, honestly, took from the tone and the shine the episode could have had. I mean, sure, I watch White Collar for the guy, because if I wanted some meatier crime solving I would turn to Miss Marple, to any Procedural Cop Show, and if I wanted a guaranteed happy ending I would turn to the Disney Channel. Yet still, I may love that hot piece of human the producers dangle before our eyes, but eventually I would love to see more than sex appeal and heavy-slash-duty.

Now this. Heavy-slash-duty. This episode was quite peppered up with it. (I'm totally, totally buying the series! But should I buy it at once or wait for the Black Friday? Hn, hard question.) If I had to compare and pair up the guys with Manga equivalents... well, in this episode Neal was quite...Ranmaru (Kizuna) like, in the sense of being nice, soft, uke-ish and concerned about others' wellbeing. It oozed all over the uke-ish aura, and the soft, good guy, all-to-make-others-happy vibe of Ryo Maclean from Fake (a manga I almost know by heart), with the here and there outbursts of recklessness proper of Dee Laytner (Fake). He was to die for, and I don't usually die for ukes.

On the other hand, this time Peter was quite Dee Laytner, minus the "bend the law where it doesn't fit the plan" attitude, except here and there, the same way Ryo Maclean would. When it came to the undercover scheme, dear Pete was chosen as the decoy to lure the "guardian" or "gate keeper" lady, some hot assistent who basically decided who enters, who leaves (or something like that - to put it simple), given the fact that said lady wouldn't react to Neal's charm, but jumped at Peter like a drowning man to a lifesaver. Usually Neal handles the seduce'em and distract'em part of the job, so dear Petey wasn't comfortable on the part, giving a way a quite strong Yuuen (Wild Rock)-like vibe.(And he didn't even had to dress like a gal!) 

Silly situations follow, a few quite dummy sequences regarding the domestic life of the Burkes (to which Neal seems to have integrated as some sort of junior partner that, not being much younger than the senior partners, can be bossed arround by any of them, following a quite parent-child mechanic, where Pete can berate Neal, but then Neal turns to El with puppy eyes and a "but I can, can't I?" and El can reverse the berating of Pete) where more and more we get the idea that El is a hardcore slasher and more like the best friend of Pete living with him in quite a Will&Grace arrangement.

Other than the usual twists and turns, Neal resourcing to "skills from the Dark Side", or "Dark Arts" to solve crimes (like there's no chance in hell he could do so legally, nor with the aid of the FBI because somehow the FBI - in this case or even the X Files cases - is just so helpless and incompetent), and then the constant, already boring, pending menace that "either Caffrey solves this case and catches the guy or he is going to jail for good this time", (Dude, cut it off or we are going to get so annoyed, so fed up not even prancing him naked would do the trick for us anymore) which are already a commonplace - and not necessarily a funny one - this time the show kicked it up a notch with the slashing audience. If you ask me it was a deliberate teasing of the audience, just like now many shows have been doing it. Talk slash, insinuate slash, and you'll get a booming rating. 

Sorry, now-a-days the "Who's the Boss?" kind of perpetual man-woman sexual tension doesn't even sell cookies. People, the audience wants the next step, the next level and that's the slashy hinting. You can find it in Supernatural - a show I love, hitting now the 5th season, which wasn't looking pretty until they started embracing the slashiness of the situation, and now they are in the Stay-4-Sure list. NCIS: Los Angeles started hitting that tune and it's going somewhere. Castle... Castle didn't. Castle went Who's the Boss and... well, let's see how long it survives.

Anyway, pedaling back to White Collar, the purrrfection, the sweetness came, as predicted, with the druging thing. Sure, Pete runs to save Neal's hide, that's not a first, though it still feeds the rabid slashers, goes not-so-kosher in the rescuing, gets to the lad, by following his mellow, singing voice (I'm sure there must be a fairtale with a similar plot... or plain and simple refer to Ulyses and the Sirens) and finds him, oh dear, the almost canon situation in this fandom, sweetly, helplessly bound to a bed. Naturally, even druged, Neal can pick the locks, and as in any PWP (PWP: plot-what-plot. Refers to fics that have no plot but jump right away into the sex scene. Basically, porn.) fanfic, where the most abhorrently irrational, stupid situations which requiere a GAPING lack of common sense to happen... well, just like that, Neal does pick the locks, but remain in bed, waiting to be rescued. Dude, you can't go any more PWP than that! And as far as I know, decorum leaves this one privilegde for fanfickers writing PWP fics, like R to NC-17 rated, because that's the point, so why, oh why the screenplay writers did? Or was it actually a fanfic that got mixed with the real script and then it was too late to exchange it? Well, not that I really complain, I love PWP, but it did was... fan pleasing over the top. I do complain though, because that was so fanfic like and we didn't even got... you know... the "cookie".

Sweet Neal was as if written into a fanfic. Dear, smiley, ukeish. Pete, awkward here and there, did try to do the Knight in Shiny Armor part carrying the lovely drug pumped beauty in his arms, but again, awkward-trumped-slashy-hope. Still, stating his current uke-ness, Neal, trying to walk on his feet landed flat on the floor more times than imagined. Hand on mouth, close body contact, and then the drug hazed confession of trust, a trust that trampled that of the most important people in Neal's life (and honestly, this is where suddenly I was stabbed with suspition, thinking that it seemed prepared, and maybe Neal wasn't as out of himself as one would think, that was playing a part to tie Peter more to him, to get him to trust him more). Upon confession Peter went Dee Laytner, but not as in smooching the bejesus out of him, but in going back and STEALING the tape that would have prooved Neal broke into the hospital. Neal's response?

"You steal that for me?"

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Okay, can ANYONE see this as anything but... evidently... slashy? Really, anyone. Any? Just one hand? Please? Yeah, I thought so.

After this, needless to say that I am a fan, I will own the series and all the seasons they do, and currently, I love this series so, so, so very much, I even place it over Supernatural.

Tuesday is my new favorite day of the week.