I wasn't a diary-keeper, but some years ago I found, in my parents' attic, the poems I wrote in high school, which I'd lovingly collected in a leather-bound book with handmade paper. The cringe induced by reading them was so powerful it set off car alarms a block away.

And the first time, Diff'rent Strokes is just starting; the second time it's What's Happening!. I like to think that Bill timed his calls to maximize disruption of Fredericks's TV-watching.

Yes! I love that the show never forgets that Lindsay is, at heart, a giant dork, and must delicately pick her way through the world that Kim and the other freaks inhabit so naturally.

So great is my PTSD from gym class that I've blocked out any memory of how teams were picked.

"Lady"? Or "Lady L"? Those are both watch-through-your-fingers awkward. Basically, Nick plus music (plus Lindsay?) is a recipe for cringe pie.

One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl.

His physicality as Bill approaches Art Carney levels of genius. Think about the scene where he steals the list of faculty phone numbers. He could have just walked in, grabbed the list, and walked out; instead it becomes a tiny tour de force.

I'm thinking about the comparison of Kim to Rayanne Graff. I mean, it's obvious that they're analogues, and anyone who's a fan of both shows already knew that. But seeing it in print made me wonder—why do I bear so much more affection for Kim? Not that I disliked Rayanne, but as I've said here before, Kim is one of my…

I can't be the only one who assumed that this was the movie he was talking about.

Having worked at a half dozen or so bookstores during my years in retail purgatory, I can tell you that it's always shelved in the regular fiction section, never in YA or children's.

The book is amazing. AMAZING. I read it for the first time in my twenties, and it remains one of my favorite reading experiences. Such a richly imagined world, such wonderfully rendered characters…and I'm tearing up a little right now just thinking about the last line.

Oh, but Whedon had these big plans to bring Tara back for real, but mean old Amber had to go and ruin it. Her and her stupid desire not to hurt Tara's fans any more than we already had been.

I've had Alyson Hannigan Kool-Aid. It tastes like strawberries.

I saw it not terribly long ago on the MGM movie channel.

You can't compare anyone to Phoebe Cates. Phoebe Cates is the pinnacle of human beauty.

Well, the hope is that they put that in there for a reason. Many shows like to have a character—often a tertiary character like Natalie—pay lip service to being gay as a way to score diversity points while not actually having to write storylines for them.

In all seriousness, I would like to see Natalie get a love interest at some point, and ideally have the show explore the issues she faces being both lesbian and deaf.

What about that dude who drove from Oklahoma to see a rare 16mm print of Deafenstein and instead got a shitty DVD projection? Talk about your hanging plot threads.

Literally every time my sister and I hang out with any of our cousins, I have to explain the difference between "nth cousins" and "cousins n times removed".

Mary Beth is totally going to pop Travis's cherry. Too freakin' adorable.