Lets see— Logopolis? Nah, it’s all math class and everyone dies. Midnight? Creepy mimic monster. The Pleasure Hive— too 70's.

The Library with or without the Vashta Nerada? Being eaten by shadows isn't much of a perk.

The one closing in Kimball, WV is the only store in a county with a 40% plus unemployment rate, 60% plus poverty rate and with no other stores in an hour’s drive. There’s one 2-lane road in and out. Nothing is going to replace it. Whoever compared it to strip-mining is remarkably apt, because that’s all that’s ever…

My cats love them and will dig them out of my bag or the basket that pocket-stuff goes in just to bat them around. So as a cat toy, A+. As lip balm— I like the tube much better.

I graduated from religious gym-goer to instructor. So not going in and having my ass kicked and kicking others’ asses would drive me to medication. Single best thing I've ever done for myself.

I know a kid named Whyzdom, and her sister Marauje. Because that won't cause any difficulty with paperwork down the road, no, not at all.

I still remember the smell of those cubes after they went off. Smells like Christmas.

It's a cheap wig. It's supposed to look like a cheap wig, as visual shorthand for the type of woman Phyllis Dietrichson is.

I killed mine by holding the lid shut and cranking the handle until the spring broke. Take that, you creepy sproingy muthafucka.

That’s where I am, too. Dry skin, thick, fine, stick-straight hennaed hair. Unless I’ve been super-sweaty, there’s no reason to wash more than every 4 days. Argan oil is my friend to tame those frizzed-out grays at the front of my head.

I had both of them, and would pretend they were the Capwell sisters from the long-cancelled soap “Santa Barbara.” Peaches and cream was the sister played by Robin Wright.

Or Captain John Hart, all the Spike and none of the Buffy!soul!angst!

And all I can think of is whether or not it's edible, because coconut crab sounds delicious.

Exactly. For me there was no point of acceptable risk. Pills were never skipped. We were never too drunk to wrap it up. Antibiotics/no condoms? Too bad, so sad, nothing's happening tonight. I'm 41, and now due to some truly horrific family cancer history, my choices are prophylactic hysterectomy/mastectomies or wait…

Kroger is always deserted on Black Friday, so I do my shopping at a leisurely pace and get deeply discounted pie and poultry. I don't set foot in brick-and-mortar department stores for the entire season. There's nothing they have that I want to buy, anyway.

I'm guessing it was parenthood+theatre productions, both of which are notoriously exhausting. Catherine Tate also lost a ton of weight during that production.

I'd take 10 out back behind the middle school and do all sorts of stuff to him, but Tom Baker is still my Doctor. I don't usually rewatch old Tennant episodes, but I'll compulsively watch Baker serials. That said, letting Tennant go balls-to-the-wall with his crazy is gonna be fun to watch.

So far it just looks like he has an affinity for fashionable suits. And great hair. Broadchurch’s depression hair made me sad.

Secret Smile is all sorts of unsettling in a lifetime-movie sort of way. Plus the heroine is Liz from Shaun of the Dead.

Exactly! To be deemed interesting enough to be let alone is high praise indeed.