I've been waiting for the release of more Mary Tyler Moore. Today is a glorious day for this WJM fan. It's been years since I've seen re-runs of the classic 70s-era comedies. You'd think TV Land would be there in a pinch, but it's all Bonanza and a grab bag of crap.

I like the qualification that Erik wasn't angry-surprised. I'm gonna have to put that oddity in my pocket to whip out for future befuddlement.

I also believe everything I find on Wikipedia. And on internet comment boards.

It's worth reading if you can deal with the incredibly icky feeling you can't shake for days after. In terms of a window into such a dark and twisted place, albeit that of a victim, it is quite something. But, it is very disturbing.

Everyone had been drinking, and it's unlikely Lois had ever seen a mower like that. She just hopped on and went - the discussion of safety features is moot.

Don's reaction to the champagne was a kind of "sour grapes" moment for him. Not to say that it wasn't also mediocre champagne, and that Peggy didn't know the difference.

Zing!

This sounds like a Shirley MacClaine's "What a Way to Go!" That was an eye-popping spectacle that was more fun than boring old tightly-plotted movies.

Ah, but you'll have to wait in line to fail.

Doctor D and Julian Eastman, this one is a shout-out just for you. The Westing Game was one of my favorite books when I was a kid. Turtle forever!

Finally, the vampire zombie combo the world has been waiting for. Or the second coming, featuring zombie saviors.

@Curtis E. Bear, that comes pretty close to a chestnut my cousin has about running into Davie Cross in a dog park. Cross let his dog jump all over my cousin's dog, and didn't do ANYTHING about it.

Hey, a Twitard just Twittered about Edward.

I'll love you 'til the end of the world.

At least it's not KFC and Criterion. Ammiright? Oh wait, then we could double down some cinema.

Pop music today is all crap. It's Auto-Tuned within an inch of complete removal from humanity, it's about creating singers as products, and no longer about music. The VMAs are the annual self-congratulatory victory lap for folks who have robbed the music industry of what little artistry it had left. (I am also old…

I hope they make him use a British accent. His real accent is twangy and gives me cognitive dissonance. I also would like to see him with any sort of weaponry, or be evil.

Firstie suicide - don't do it.

Maybe the folks in Hawaii can just wait for the Dharma Initiative to drop a food pallet.

Plus, we're already used to Buffy's slayer strength, speed, etc. This is a good way of reminding us that slayers have prescient dreams and can be highly intuitive.