I was betting on carbon monoxide death on Betty and Henry too. I was actually kind of rooting for it. The jingling sound of keys opening the front door was a disappointment.
I was betting on carbon monoxide death on Betty and Henry too. I was actually kind of rooting for it. The jingling sound of keys opening the front door was a disappointment.
Ben's passports
Fresh Air could have edited that part out. Terry Gross could have steered the conversation elsewhere. This is the show that Fresh Air wanted to air, and that is their call to make.
Dave Davies is boooooooring. Much like anyone whose first and last names are almost identical usually are.
Crunchwrap Supremes and Don Draper are two of my favorite things.
Actually, my money's on either "watch him have illegal aliens working for him in some capacity" or "watch him have an illegal alien mistress".
Release the Cracken!
I'm not into the Jerry hate either, because it's just turning kind of mean (and too much like The Office's Toby Hate). However, the scene where April walks towards Jerry sneering and says "You spilled soup all over the mail", had me rolling. That's as much passion as I've seen her muster.
That happened to me when they did the bit on Seinfeld about eating a candy bar with a fork. Years before that, my 8th grade English teacher busted out a Snickers bar during "quiet reading time". She laid it on a napkin on her desk, took out a fork and knife from the drawer, and started to daintily eat. I remember…
In the scene where he's butt naked and he hikes his leg up on the pool table, I totally would have pulled an Annie and taken a peek. Even if that is pretty much a universally unflattering position.
I like it because this is essentially a homework assignment. All winners must write an essay entitled "What the Oscar Means to Me" and read it in front of the class. This will either out many of the winners as functional illiterates (which would be entertaining), or boost the speech writing industry (which would be…
Those dudes give me the creeps.
I loved the tie-in-the-coffee move. Simple, quick, no words exchanged. Well done.
I adored Bill Hicks for a long time. I actually remember how I found out he'd died - my clock radio went off one mornign and I had it set to Howard Stern, and he was talking about it. Man, that was sad.
I'm pretty smug about the fact that I am a female who has never watched Titanic. One of the few things I can hold on to anymore in this crazy, crazy world.