Eeeeeek! Cool!
Well, cool if you have cable. Someone might have to tape/burn it for me. (Ahem.)
(Thanks to Chrissy for the link.)
Also, there's an essay by Jim Butcher about visiting the set of the show:
Anyway. It's weird there, or at least in Toronto. It's clean. You can walk around the darkened streets after midnight without being unduly worried about getting Wayned by some mugger, if the number of women walking around alone after midnight was any indication. They have enough plow trucks to handle the snow. Oklahoma City gets four inches of snow and everything stops for at least a day, or until it turns 90 degrees, whichever comes first--they only have ONE snow truck. Toronto has 3500. That's a 350,000% increase over Oklahoma. When you buy something at the grocery store, you can see racks and racks of cigarettes behind the counter, and every single one of them has a picture of someone's dissected blackened lungs or a picture of a smoker in the terminal stages of lung cancer or something. It's as though they think the cigarettes are BAD for you.
And then there's the metric system. Don't even get me started.
Weird.
Love him.