Jeffrey Dean Morgan is setting some sort of record for the most TV series in which an actor can appear since the turn of the century. He's getting some primo air time, that's for sure.

It's gotten to the point where I'll only read the reviews if I happen to feel a little cranky that day and need something to nudge me over the edge. It seems as if nobody likes anything on television, in films or in music anymore. Or maybe I'm just reading the wrong reviews; who knows? One guy got his panties in a…

Obvs.

Now that was a rock band.

In a way, Daltry has a point. There isn't much in the way of newly composed "rock music" getting air time anymore. At least, not the type of "rock music" I associate with my youth. Punkroctopus is probably right: new drugs, new ideas and new music. The evolution of altered - or alternative - mentation, I suppose.

Ain't that the truth.

Thanks! I aim to please. But please don't fail to note that there is a marked difference between a "bad review" and plain old pissiness. One deserves serious consideration; the other does not. Cheers!

Iggy's bitchiness notwithstanding, Hanks and Howard are making a shitload of money off the franchise, so I guess it's good to the the Garbage King. Get a hobby, Iggy; your resentment is hanging down below your hemline.

Mo' money for Momoa.

Frimer!

You got that right. A couple of weeks ago, I caught the neighborhood resident black bear doing something unseemly with my trash can. Winter is coming, but not quickly enough, apparently.

Guy Incognito II Johnson is right!

"Lusty bears" Alkie. "Lusty bears." I live in Alaska; that phrase means something up here.

Someone has been "one other person typing" beneath your comment for about ten minutes now, so let me just jump in and say, "Ew" before he wraps up whatever opus he's constructing.

There ain't nothin' that compares to a big ol' dragon between your thighs, billy boy.

As I woman, I can assure you that I don't want to say "no" to Drogo. Woof.

Methane, actually. Sulfur is rotting eggs. Oh, wait…. I see where you're going there.

I remember these two declaring to one and all that they had no intention of marrying until same-sex marriage was legalized in the US. Well, in solidarity, I vow I shan't drink French wine until all of their financial entanglements are, well… disentangled. Shouldn't be a problem; in this economy, who can afford to…

"Juuuuuuust a little outside!"

I'd watch that show.