Let down that this television version did not visually confirm whether Tywin Lannister shits gold.

Dye his hair blonde like mine and he'll pass for white. I approve of this casting. I am also married to the fish version of Lisa Bonet, so this works on many levels.

He's the Steve Jobs we deserve, but not the one we need right now.

I'll wait for the book version, which will then be adapted to a Broadway musical, then go see that, too.

Did the professor mention if they had full-body Nair back then?

300: Quest for Pants

This song is treated too reverently now as the National Anthem of Sadness. Like when K.D. Lang sang it at the Vancouver Olympics. Was an entire stadium and hundreds of millions of viewers suddenly expected to become introspective?

A movie about a poet without that person's poetry is bound to be rocky.

This show needs more Prince.

Show of hands - who, even with good sentence context, had to look up "leporine"?

Edith's continuing unhappiness brings out the braying bully in me.

Vanessa Hudgens. Miley Cyrus will be Otis.

And Jesse Eisenberg plays a poor man's Michael Cera, who in turn is a less Oscar-ish Jesse Heisenberg.

Deliberate attempt to acknowledge Zooey Deschanel's cleavage doesn't hurt the show, either.

We can be forgiven for a lack of comments. Any project that combines Vanessa Hudgens with a posthumous endorsement from Ronald Reagan will neuter/spay anyone's creativity.

The way she pronounces "care" as "cay-yare" induces a petit mal seizure.

Get a room, Todd!

My family refers to Adalind's fetus as "the baby that doodles".

Wu is a Wesen known as a Höldenupen, who holds things up in the air for others to see. They rely on carpet and rugs for sustenance.

Beyoncé should give Target the very same CD again, but under the name Sascha Fierce, to see what happens.