This week's episode of True Blood was a lot like that.

It was a broken-up series of pretty awesome moments that nonetheless seemed to have no real connection to the narrative. First off, there was a surprise re-appearance on the show by Marcia de Rousse as Dr. Ludwig. Sookie calls the dwarven -- she is actually a dwarf, like in Tolkien, not like in Game of Thrones -- to see what the mystical doctor can do with Bill Compton's mysteriously fast-progressing Hep V.

I'll be honest...if HBO staged a supernatural medical drama starring de Rousse as Dr. Ludwig, I would crash my car in order to get home on time to see that show. I'd never miss an episode. I'd never miss a RERUN. She just rules every single scene she's in, even when it's something like this and she can't actually do much. Of all the weirdness that True Blood offers, she's the weirdest just on how she manages to be so damned normal and otherworldly at the same time.

The eternally underused Rutger Hauer also comes back for a spell (pun intended...I have a serious problem). After Ludwig fails, Sookie calls in her fairy godfather. Hauer, like de Rousse, is there just to be awesomely useless for a few minutes before he too disappears without a trace.

It's like the show is saying goodbye from irreverent high points, honestly. Entropy approaches, and the could-have-beens are tearing off. Sort of a shame, really, but it is nice to see these characters again.

In other news...well, there's not much other news. Jason's vampire ex-girlfriend continues to redefine "psycho ex" to such a degree that it's actually a little misogynistic and petty. Some people fuck. Another dies. In the end it's just a steady march down the line. Now that I think about it, Six Feet Under sort of phoned in the plot right before the end as well.

Let's not discuss the title song. I didn't even look it up. Why bother? Whatever it was, I forgot it because Roy Orbison's "In Dreams" plays in Arlene's bar as she dances with a new vampire admirer.

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