The weekend was less rushed than the previous. We watched The Penguins of Madagascar, which for the most part was glorious insanity. I mistook Benedict Cumberbatch's voice for Kelsey Grammar trying to be British (not for the first time), though Cumberbatch has a more consistently deep velvet tone than Grammar. That really was not the point of the movie, though. Penguins, halfbaked schemes, and serendipitous outcomes are the movie's selling points.
We saw the season finale of Grimm, which had no surprises. I can't get worked up over it, though if the show tries to redeem Adalind any farther, I will be peeved. Move away! The finale of The Blacklist satisfied some little corner of my barely-acknowledged shipper heart (you heard nothing here, nothing), and broke open all kinds of possibilities for next season.
Battle Creek is not over, thank goodness, though I'm suddenly wondering if there's slash for this series yet. I'm betting yes: Milt saves Russ from his own cynicism through the power of handsomeness and squeaky-clean sincerity. I'm totally serious. :)
In real-world news, I just now ordered graduation announcements for our daughter (choosing the ones I can pick up tomorrow, because I'm that far behind). My wedding anniversary is in two days and I'm wholly unprepared for that and the coming 3-day weekend, and no summer plans have been made. Please, let the water-treading slow down at work so I can get some sort of handle on life again. :O