Manic depression really seems to screw with a person's ability to assess their own need for treatment. I've always wondered if it's the mania that is delusional more than the depression. Many depressives I know (yes, I know a lot being one) understand the need for medication, dislike it as they might.

Terrifyingly forgettable. I saw both films and neither left a mark besides the fatigue of tedium.

I concur, Lord Lucan, for all the good my little stream will do here to dampen the fires of pop puritanism. GOT is fun stuff, great pulp with just enough heaviness to seem deep, and rarely as stupid as Walking Dead. It's a wonderfully complicated analogue to medieval Europe, but the real thing was even more…

Don't forget the male rape jokes. it's funny when prisoners brutally rape each other. Chozen was one ugly show.

Maybe I'm overly sensitive to this issue, but it seems like it's fine to be self-loathing if you a straight white guy, even if you are marginally employed, alone, and deal with body image issues. A surprising number of white guys seem to agree, and white women as well. And no, I don't vote Republican.

Eva Green has finally found her perfect role, and it's one that lets her be what our era so desperately needs: a new Barbara Steele.

The Tywin glare is such a pure radiation of loathing it could roast a sheep and leave the wool intact.

Tywin is the dude. I've enjoyed watching him since "Jewel in the Crown." No one does the "I must keep a straight face, regardless of how much disregard I feel for this idiocy" face better. He will be missed.

I love those little beats, so much more compelling than human totem_poles and Hindu themed craft projects.

Mads is hynotically attractive and repellent at the same time. He's like a leaner Peter Lorre. A snake who charms just long enough.

I'm dreading that she's the reason Jack gets physical with Hannibal. She's so vibrant and looks fab in that blue coat.

I have felt pretty insulated to most of the grande guignol set pieces, but that scene crossed a line inside of me I didn't know existed. Should I give Fuller a muffled golf clap?

Did you hear "Everybody's talking at Me" as they went their odd coupleish way?

Love you Bunk, and I told myself I'd never love another hand puppet again.

Grow up. A gut punch? Read a few "real world" headlines and see how your stomach feels then. signed, your dad.

I love the torrents of delusional outrage. Anyone who watches this show should quickly put together that Mr. Fuller just likes to screw with our expectations, and if that involves a totally imaginary character having sex in order to procreate (and we know it won't go as planned with Hannibal as her shrink), then go…

I can completely hear this Fozzie's voice. Maybe when he was "movin' right along" with Kermit he would share his views on the nanny state and his profound admiration of Ayn Rand."Collectivism is the resentment of genius, wokka wokka wokka!"

Sansa's tearducts should by now be so enlarged she looks like Chris Cooper's suicidal stepdaughter. She can't ever enjoy her little lemon tarts without getting her knuckles crunched. But for me the topper would be listening the yodels of passion all night. Hell, is that woman loud.

Don't forget Frank Miller's own style-slog "The Spirit." It shits on its own toilet, and wears it as a crown.

Never has a man more bitterly mourned the death of a dog.