Last week, around Thursday, I was sick. It was a pretty far gone kind of sick, too. The kind that hits you really hard early on with a pillowcase full of Sick Bricks™ which basically just lays you out flat for the rest of the day. So, laid up in bed (with unfortunate periodic trips to the bathroom PLEASE, ASK FOR DETAILS, I DARE YOU) I did what any self-respecting human met with an entire frequently interrupted day in bed would do: I consumed massive amounts of Netflix. What that meant for ME in particular was finally taking Wil Wheaton’s advice and diving headlong into the first season of Eureka.

And, man, am I ever glad I did.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve watched a show that has such talented actors bringing to life such wonderfully insane characters. The show’s overarching situation is engaging and open to huge possibilities, the plots are crazy fun, and I think I’ve probably fallen in love with Colin Ferguson and his common sense detective style, chiseled jaw, and disarming smile (but in a totally platonic NOT GAY way. Totally). This has to be one of the most enjoyable shows I’ve watched in a great while.

So, thank you, Wil Wheaton (who will never see this, but I’m choosing to address to directly regardless in order to allow me at least some semblance of a manageable conclusion to this blog post) for introducing me to this show through your recommendations on the Internets. You have a new fan.