There are three of us. For now, at least. We watch Fringe.

We noticed that Walter Bishop has a strange and often amusing tendency to become fixated on a certain kind of food on the show. I'm not sure whose idea it was, exactly, but we decided that no matter what Walter's food was, we'd get together the next week and eat it while watching the show. Unless it involves bugs.

Check back every week for that episode's glyphs (have you broken the code yet?) and a hint of what we're doing the week after.


Friday, December 11, 2009

Hot Dogs and Brain Surgery




Last week there was a bit of debate about whether we should eat hot dogs or Chinese noodles.  Through some mechanism I do not fully understand (brain implants, possibly), the female member of our crew prevailed and we ate hot dogs this week.  But I have to admit they were good.  I hadn't eaten a hot dog in years.

Of course, Fringe being what it is, as we sat down to eat we watched two guys cut open someone's head and take something out of his brain.  They were all very calm about it though, and there was no ketchup involved in my hot dog (just mustard and relish), so everything was fine.

This was a standalone episode -- no Observers, although it did have a William Bell tie-in, with the first on screen appearance of Spock, er, Bell since the finale last season.  It also had Walter briefly in full control of his faculties (through an oddly rigged setup with jars and wires), and I was reminded again what a great actor John Noble is.  As much as I love this show, he's kind of slumming a bit doing this, and scenes like that one call attention to it.  For a brief moment, you see the self-assurance flow back into him, and then the anger as he challenges them about being in his house.  There is something intense and a little frightening about Walter when his brain is really working.

But soon enough he's back how he was, apparently for good, and the guy who was behind the whole thing escapes back to wherever inter-dimensional henchmen go.  Walter also has a flashback that shows how he got the way he is, and I decided that I don't like William Bell very much.

There was one scene early on this episode when Walter was seen eating something.  We tried to figure out what it could be -- apple sauce?  Yogurt?  We decided it must be pudding.  Then towards the end of the show he announced what kind of food he REALLY wanted, and we knew that would be next week's selection.  But we're still having pudding for dessert.

Update: No show until January 7th??!?!?  Noooooooooooo

4 comments:

  1. Mmmmm. Hot dogs.

    Butterscotch pudding. He hated the pudding at St. Claire's so I'm guessing this mental hospital must have had better. :)

    And yeah, John Noble owns my life!

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  2. You women and your hot dogs. What would Freud say?

    Butterscotch was what we settled on as well, after briefly considering vanilla.

    Glad to see that you have recovered! :)

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  3. Pfff, It's not like I served you Bar S hot dogs! Those were Johnsonville Brats. Admit it, you liked it. Only thing that would have made them better is if we could have bbq'd them. Just too cold.

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  4. I did enjoy the hot dogs, in a completely non-Freudian way.

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