So, off to lie about having cancer to this lady who is played by the female equal of the Tim Gunn/Ivanek/Stormare Hot Old triumvirate, Caroline Lagerfelt. I have always wanted to see her gams, from Buffy to Gossip Girl. I just have this feeling she's rocking the Helen Mirren bikini bod. (Oh, and the mom from Freaks & Geeks. I don't know why, but that lady nails it every time. And that concludes this week's list of Hot Olds, for all time, because it has now been exhausted. Stay tuned for some other gross thing I had no intention of admitting to anyone, ever.) Best interchange in this interview:

Lady: Well. I must say, you look pretty good for having cancer.
Nathalie: Well, they haven't started the chemo yet, so mostly I'm just kind of... Blah...

Which just goes to prove that once you've dealt with cancer, cancer jokes have no way of becoming any less funny in accumulation, if done right. And Nathalie Newman doing her most disaffected impression of a hangover to demonstrate untreated cancer is among them. Long story short, Lagerfelt's place is just a patient network that connects you with "a caregiver -- grower -- and then you make your own arrangements for the medicine -- marijuana."

Her pert clarifications are pertly intoxicating. I wish there was a show where Caroline Lagerfelt played a wonderful wizard lady, like half Auntie Mame half Bedknobs & Broomsticks, and she would just wink inappropriately at the young men and wear outrageous outfits and throw lavish witch parties and never, ever give a damn.

Nathalie wants to network, but of course cannot produce her doctor's note -- "He's not, in the strictest sense of the word, a doctor?" -- and in the lengthy awkward silence gets up to leave, but my dear Lagerfelt is not done. "...There it is!" she points, and there they are, in Nathalie's shoes, which look like Lagerfelt's size. Even for Nathalie, whose Nancy luck never ever runs out, this is a bit ridic, but she goes with it. And flip-flopping on her way, finds herself at the door of a most impressive home.

One of those delightful actresses in the Shawnee Smith/Pamela Adlon nexus answers the door to welcome Nathalie, and who is sitting on the couch being her usual muscled eerie self but Original Sarah Connor herself, Linda Hamilton, onetime soulmate to Sewer Mutants both Real (James Cameron) and Lion-Faced Imaginary. I like that she's back. I like nothing quite so much as when they come back to us. Like who knew Margot Kidder and Anne Heche would come zooming home from Crazytown, so perfectly lovely and unscathed? And now Linda Hamilton is having her moment -- still so gorgeous and intense and never really that crazy in the first place -- and Anne Heche looks better than she's ever looked, which is just so important.