Can't go wrong with Inigo Montoya.

He's so much cuter when he's ginger.

Why do we already have two versions of so many moviecals, but no Ragtime? Give us a goddamn Ragtime movie! Or at the very least, Assassins.

'Sup.

That's ME up there next to the pepper steak—and don't you forget it!

Father Abernathy? His song is weird. "With a sheep's head and a licorice tooth" - WTF is that about?

Jeezy creezy, what's wrong with those nosy people? I hope I never give people crap for what they're doing with their kid unless they are in the act of throwing the kid at my head.

Hold the phone, Smithers: there's an EAST Carolina?

I got through a Chicago winter or two in Sorel's Tivoli boots. They were pretty solid - and not too expensive.

Heck yes. I have the Tivoli in houndstooth and they are warm and adorable. The ankles are a bit inflexible, but that seems to be a given in anything waterproof.

Ugh, THE worst. They could have spent five minutes in line to check those bags and five minutes claiming them, instead. AND they wouldn't have had to fight. Why does everyone choose to waste time and fight?!

THE HORROR.

I suppose people wouldn't react favorably if airlines started supplying tiny, in-flight hobbles to keep those little feet still...

I turned around and begged for mercy after being kicked for three or four hours, once. The mother hissed that she couldn't control the kid because she was three. She seemed really angry at me for complaining (I think I was still able to be semi-polite at that point). So yah, I think she felt as helpless and put-upon…

Because you can't control a toddler. If you could control them, everyone would have their kids in check.

I will never understand why they'd prefer to cause all that trouble just to avoid waiting in line for like five minutes to check/claim their bag on the ground. I would be so stressed if I didn't know whether my suitcase would fit up there/knowing that I would definitely have to fight someone for that space. Bag…

Good list, but I think the number one way we could all make flying bearable is very simple: CHECK YOUR BAGS.

God, it's so horrible. I finally watched it, last night. Bill Nighy and Martin Freeman are the only good parts.

Your job sounds awesome. As long as no major life event forces me to scale back on exercise, I'm gonna fit into that thing for a long, long while, dammit. haha