That last image in the Doctor Who segment has got to be Omega, right?

That cigarette thing made me feel a bit ill.

This was my thought. I ferment a lot of things and my guess was that whatever she introduced was likely killed off by other stuff or, if it wasn’t, it’s about as weird as regular bread.

No, before she became a Professor. After she finished her PhD. Otherwise it would be Dr. and Professor Song.

Yeah. What the hell is he talking about?? I never thought it was “strange”. I feel like maybe nobody did. Except, apparently, Steven Moffat.

I was thinking I might buy and read this book instead of cleaning out the basement.

My husband’s old roommate had fungal spores infect a cut on his hand in Brazil and had a fungus grow under is skin, all the way up his arm until it finally popped out in his armpit. It took that for the doctor’s to finally treat it with something other than antibiotics. Shudder.

I just can’t picture a human tigress (I was ridiculously happy they left her in. She was this movie’s Dolorous Edd. The minor character I NEEDED for comfort.) saying, “No, we must continue to commit to the 1950’s Soviet austerity vibe from district 13. It’s fabulous.”

Actually, part of the reason I started laughing when it happened because I really wanted to go too and was thinking “This...might be a good time.” then everyone got up to go.

That made no sense! Surely in that stupid store, they could have found better disguises. A hooded cloak? Really?

Speaking of erratic and draggy: during the second of Peeta’s boring monologues, I think I saw about 10-15 people get up and go to the bathroom. It was hilarious.

My thoughts exactly.

Me too!

I was reading these, thinking the same thing: straight hair mum, curly hair daughter. I’m glad a can help her avoid the horrible early teenage years of large frizziness.

Oh no! Facebook is just a minefield of potentially embarrassing situations.

I don’t hate follow anyone, but my good friend is friend with my husband’s ex and as a result, I encountered the trailer for my husband’s ex’s terrible youtube show on facebook. It’s really bad. Really bad. Objectively bad. Yet, I’ve watched a couple of times. For some indulgent and petty reasons, I guess.

Yeah, what are you going to do, show up and say, “I know >you< didn’t invite me but facebook said you’d be here, so I thought I’d come along.”??

Ha! Once, when they used to try and suggest people for you to interact with, I got a suggestion that I “friend” my husband’s ex-girlfriend and that I “reconnect” with my dead ex-boyfriend.