I haven't seen the episode and so I have no idea what your post means, but I love the Blavatsky avatar. Haven't seen that mug in 30 years.

Maybe my ancient eyes are blind, but I've seen no discussion about the title. So, just for laughs.

A Club writer some years ago — may have been VDW — interjected into a blog string on the grading system that, from his experience, ANY attempt to figure out the grading system, seeking to find anything so banal as premise or consistency, will lead to madness.

Apparently Brandon Sanderson is finishing Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time Series.

I want to see Melanie womp on people some more.

Loved Rebecca De Mornay in this, too.  It was quite surprising to see her playing a mannish hostler, rather than the sex kitten/femme fatale/strong modern woman we're used to seeing her play.  But she's a good actress, and held her own against two lion-size, scene-chewing male egos in the closest of quarters.

I agree with Toddkins on most everything he said above, which, as a side note, is just another sign of the apocalypse.

While I resonate with the sentiment, he really is a bad actor.  I cringe whenever he has a line.  Of course the writing doesn't help him — he's either a dick or a wimp.  He can't do either very well. Even that newbie messing with Aria is better at believability — I believed him so much, wanted to smack him. 

Plot?  There's a plot?

Accidentally reflected in the mirror, with the set decorator who became the embodiment of pure evil in the lodge.

One tombstone read "SHARED VALUES".

Troian Bellisario is 27 years old, so you can perv (excuse me, I meant "get shallow") on Spencer guilt free.  She's also in a relationship with Patrick Adams (shoutout to SUITS!), so it may also be that she's just happy now.

As someone once wrote on this site referencing Scott and Bailey —

When Ackroyd did the plumbers crack, it was in a sketch with Lisa Loopner and Todd DiLaMuca.  While checking the pipes under the kitchen sink with his back to the audience, Ackroyd bent over, flashed his crack and pulled a D-battery mag lite out of it — all the while, of course, uttering typical Ackroyd pompous…

Dear Ms. Snook,

They spun a top notch pure hour-drama, a critical darling, from a top notch sitcom once, with Lou Grant in the 70s.  Not sure it would work in reverse, but in Vince we trust.

That Skype call was so wonderfully bizarre — "She's sleeping." (!)  Something about the way that puppet face would stare into the webcam that was a little  closer to "Twilight Zone" than a half-hour comedy.

Kitty has some killer lines, but they go by so fast.  
When Tom first lands in L.A., they're driving him back for the airport telling him all their plans, and Kitty chimes in from the back seat, "I'm making a big salad!" If most of this is improv, then Carrie Aizley is better still.  She's the Southern Cal housewife,…

Or when Bea and Monk stare at each other questioningly, then turn to face the mock interviewer.

"All the way to Bethlehem, eh?'