During my writing retreat up north last week, we actually did have a teensy bit of 4G at times. And during one of those times, Bronwyn Green found the most distressing news:
I’m die hard fangurl of Thomas Harris’s novels and the movies of them, but Hannibal is some next level slash-fanfic and I can’t get enough of it. And while Netflix and Amazon are apparently both courting the idea of picking up the show, in those first dark hours, I did not take the news of the cancellation well at all:
FOR THE RECORD my feet were only that dirty because I’d just been outside shoeless, walking in pine sap.
After a while, my friends became concerned about me. They possibly also wanted me to wash my feet, which smelled strongly of Christmas tree.
But I wouldn’t get up. I just laid there, softly weeping at the unfairness of a world that would cancel not just Hannibal, but Covington Cross, The Adventures of Briscoe County Jr., The Mindy Project, and Futurama that one time.
Eventually they thought they could tempt me off the floor with promises of cookies and milk…
But they had to build a special straw to get me to go for it.
It is my hope that eventually, Hannibal will also be given cookies and milk on the floor, in the form of a new life on Amazon or Netflix.
Stay tuned this week for another Grey recap and probably more about my upper peninsula adventures.