I just watched this recently. Good call, a real train wreck. There's a lot to not like about MW in that Norton episode, like, for instance, the way he assumes he's at liberty to touch her and pull her toward him.

This is sparking signs of recognition but I can't pull it together; like I may have run across his work many years ago. I'm thinking in the vein / family of Doyle or A. Christie? (Christie would have been writing after Carnacki, but I wouldn't have known that as a young reader.) I like a good ghost or haunted house…

Holy crap -the socks and hat- that is awesome. Enjoyed it, thanks.

The theme song and the shower scene remain the most indelible aspects of Dallas for me. Oh, and every second Victoria Principal was onscreen. As well as the atmosphere in the living room as the extended family watched the who shot JR reveal.

Yep. Let me help get that out of there.

Haunted houses whose hauntings are the product of the design and engineering of normal if mischievous humans, most famously represented by the popular Scooby Doo series, and, for the classics oriented, Barney and Andy finding a still hidden in the house's recesses in a memorable episode of The Andy Griffith Show. Or…

Dean's legal team… Dean shows up with Lionel Hutz while Cameron's got the team that kept Morgan Stanley's head off the chopping block, the guy who got George Bush the win in Florida, Bubblegum Tate's lawyer sister, Kissinger's legal advisers, and he'd probably bring in a Dershowitz just to have all the bases covered.

I think a lot MST's appeal stemmed from its charm and a sense of intimacy it was able to build with its audience, particularly in the first 5 or 6 seasons. It was friendly.

Draws O on chalkboard. "This circle is you."
"It's like you've known me my whole life!"

The ice is important. The names vary a bit, but I prefer soft ice, which is like shaved ice packed together into nuggets. Shaved and then lightly pressed into this form means it keeps its shape but that it's not as dense as a regular ice cube and that it collapses under the pressure of biting more easily. A pleasure…

Kerouac, On the Road. Some of his other stuff is fine but, to me, superfluous.

James Spader is over 50. Holy crap where did the time go?

The August death of the august Don Pardo. Didn't it seem like that was an easy one for the taking? That it was incomplete without it? It almost wrote itself. I don't know. I needed it said, for closure.

When I'm not flying in the invisible space ship and dating my beautiful intense girlfriend I'm really Winchester P. Thorendulik.

I wonder if Winky has a nickname.

Main character departs neighbor's porch after awkward flirting with lesbian cancer survivor girl. Neighbor girl's father, watching from window, comments: "If that boy's head was not attached to his shoulders he would lose it." Laugh track.

From there it's giant computer rack-units all the way down.

Whoa. I didn't remember that. "If" to revisit? Now I must; more to test the fuses of that awakening moment. Nice tip, you've got an eye for detail.

Weekend? Ah you know how it is, rockin, rollin, whatnot.

Agreed, very fun movie. May be the first time I saw bare breasts on the big screen. And the first dissected, convulsing dog, for that matter. Send more cops.