That felt like a total retcon to me, too. I wasn't paying too much attention, but was Maggie's mom holding a camera on a selfie-stick in one of those pictures? Like, someone took a picture of her taking a picture of herself?

It had its faults, but I enjoyed the show. I was also the "Barb" in my relationship with my best friend in high school. But seriously, fuck Barb.

I got that, too. Besides the layout of the tombs, the soundtrack had a definite "Ecstasy of Gold" vibe to it.

I remember that guy being so ridiculously upset about the Fabio revelation. It was baffling and hilarious. And I'm pretty sure I only saw it because it was a featured clip on The Soup. God, I miss The Soup.

If I have to hear one more ultra-WASP on Say Yes to the Dress talk about how she wants "bling" on her gown, so help me - Who am I kidding, I should just stop watching Say Yes to the Dress.

I've heard Jack Johnson described as "Music for people who find Dave Matthews too challenging." But now that you mention it, I can see the similarities between DM's voice and Mayer's.

I think your opinion is more widespread than you think. At least that's what I typically hear - "John Mayer is douche, but he's a great guitarist."

The "wheat" part is just caramel coloring. Or so I'm told.

Like those fast food places that do lobster rolls in the Northeast, advertised as "At least 51% real Maine lobster" in the fine print on the poster.

Sir Digby Chicken Caesar is running the country.

I remember anything with Jean Smart in it.

They're finally starting to allow beer and wine sales in some grocery stores in Massachusetts, but at least we also have packies all over the damn place and we don't have to go to a state run store to buy liquor.

TUSK!

I think I got off that boat shortly after Carter got back from his stint in rehab. I tuned in occasionally after that but never really cared to keep up with it. I think the last episode I saw was some gimmicky, "Let's start with the end and go backwards because the writers are bored to death" episode that was about…

Haven't seen any turkeys since the coyote moved in . . .

I used to work in the Longwood Medical Area and there were turkeys running up and down Ave. Louis Pasteur blocking traffic on more than one occasion.

"Nae king! Nae queen! Nae laird! Nae Master! We willna' be fooled agin!"

I lost track of Tori after From the Choirgirl Hotel, which I loved.

How about Separator? The King of Limbs isn't getting much mention in these comments, which I suppose is understandable.

That's my vote. And/or Motion Picture Soundtrack.