As someone who checks in on Lego creations regularly, despite the variety of huge, mind-boggling creations that the AFOLs churn out, my favorites always end up being the mini- and microscale masterpieces.

Uehara is a badass (and way more worthy of worship than Papelbon), and I like the idea of her listening to an MP3 of the ALCS on her dying phone. If only he pointed to the sky after saves…

(the deadlights)

I don't think it would actually happen, but you could do a quiet, Reichardt-esque tone-poem out of The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon.

- from Hell (aka Baltimore MD)

*funky Theremin*

He's a good psychiatrist. And thorough.

"…and because it is someone else's heart."

Hush, hush.

There are some complaints that the women on this show are too gorgeous. I would counter that they are fascinatingly gorgeous, which is a rare commodity to have in such abundance (man or woman, as I'm sure commenters here can say the same about the men).

At the season finale, as Hannibal dangles from a noose, bells will ring from the sky as "Young Americans" plays over the credits. Then the earth explodes in slow motion to Wagner.

I love that unsettling Barton Finkesque apartment. The decor is like from six different decades, inside a prefab faux Tudor to boot. Might be one of the weirdest things in a weird, weird episode.

"Naka-Choko" was all about the redemption of Hannibal, the third book. Transplanting the Verger family dynamics of power and hatred into the ongoing themes of personal growth through murder. Pigs as continuing metaphor, starting from the book's symphony of death. And Hannibal finding true partnership at last, no…

I find it ridiculously appropriate that DC Comics are relocating to a fictional American city.

I still remember when my friend perfected an anti-Dreadnaught strategy - with the Earth ship! - behind my back, waiting for the perfect moment to surprise me in the middle of a team battle. (He kept just the right distance from me to get in guided missile shots while evading my fire, and used the point-defense laser…

I love this candid set photo from Jedi:

I'm pretty goddamn sure Orphan Black fails the reverse-Bechdel.

Though I came up in the boyhood tropes of male-dominated science fiction, a large part of what has kept me fascinated and engaged with the genre is speculative fiction's ('speculative', to include fantasy and slipstream) unique ability to create post-sexist, post-racial narratives, where none of this shit even matters…

Very glad you got something out of it. One of my favorite stories from one of my favorite writers.

Reese: combat skills, grim determination, menacing presence, urban legend status.
Finch: Technical wizardry, detective skills, team leader, seemingly bottomless bank account.