THANK YOU.

Nothing good.

Oh god. I hit play for some reason and then abruptly stopped when the first tongue sighting happened. DO NOT WANT.

Where did Daya's belly go?

Also, who the fuck is that opalcat asshat? Asshatting all over the place, not just here. whoa dude.

Awesome. Then I clearly wasn't talking about you.

Aaaaand cue the outrage—outrage!—of some omnivores at being reminded that some of the things they squee over are also some of the things they like to eat.

I don't even know you but I am super happy about your sober time and sending you ALL of the good vibes for continuing to take care of yourself.

Alan Cumming's eyelashes!

I am also a geeky, fantasy-novel reading feminist/academic (well, academically minded), but I can indeed twerk!

It's like we share a brain, dude.

I would just like to say "FUCK ALCOHOLISM" in much the same way as we also say "FUCK CANCER."

I second that emotion.

"Insertable seat belts for old-timey cars. Click it or ticket, Cousin Matthew."

You are probably right. I can't keep all the dudes in this show straight—I always confuse them. Especially when emotionally traumatized.

I misread that for a second as "half an hour and access to whiskey." Now I want whiskey.

I never really thought about the SFX on this show, so kudos to them. I think I just sort of assumed they magically filmed in old castles and like, went to Antarctica and made snow forts or something. Suspension of disbelief is a beautiful thing.

All I can think when I see that bastard is "How COULD you? She was your SISTER!" I'm clearly still not over the Red Wedding.

He was my first Hollywood boyfriend. I named my first car and my first pet rat after him. I also may or may not have named said first pet rat's lady rat friend "Sorscha." I was obsessed. Those lips! That jawline! The cocky yet playful personality!

I know! But I read it anyway because Lindy West.