Here's a story to counter that one: in the middle of a raging blizzard, my girlfriend and I pulled a half-dead feral kitten from a snowbank outside of our apartment in South Philly. No, more than half dead. Very close to death. Thinking that we were only going to offer her some comfort in her last hours, we brought…

From the way the camera lingers on the photo, like "LOOK AT THIS HUGE ASS DOG", I sort of feel like that was the implication. Definitely pretty subtle, though.

From the full version of "Lady L", available in the deleted scenes on the DVD, I offer this couplet: "We live in a world of teachers and tests / I take my comfort in your silky breasts".

The Kind Campaign? Is that an offshoot of the Human Fund?

Fun fact: my mom went to commercial acting school (as in, acting for commercials) with Nathan Fillion. According to her he is one of the nicest people in the business of show. If you watch an episode of Castle with her, she will mention this approximately one hundred and four times.

I drive an '04 Elantra too! Is yours silver? That seems to be the only color they came in.

Fuck yeah! My Tascam Portastudio is still sitting in a closet, and I've actually been thinking about breaking it out. (I kind of thought that blank cassettes would be impossible to find, but I guess they're still out there.) Despite having four types of recording software on my laptop, I've yet to do anything half as…

I'm compelled to watch Pitch Black anytime it's on TV, solely because of Radha Mitchell. She is so, so hot in that movie. Like, the perfect level of butch for lesbians who don't really like butch women.

Shouldn't the topic really be "Logically Deriving 'Rory' as a Nickname for Lorelai: Yes or No"?

Oh, I also love when the Weirs are all watching Charlie's Angels, and Harold asks Sam who his favorite Angel is, and Sam says he likes Bosley. Sam is teetering right on that line between childhood and adolescence, and it's so endearing when he falls back on the kid side. I mean, we know he's interested in girls, but…

It feels like more than just not having the courage, though. I feel like for a moment we get a real window into the character and see that he's struggling with the same issues of identity and belonging that the primary characters are. He has a choice in that moment whether to embrace or reject a particular aspect of…

I didn't get high my first couple of times either, and I assume that's what was going on with Lindsay in this episode when she smokes with Nick. Like her, I was all, "Why do people think this is fun? This is totally boring!" Because all of my friends were actually stoned and, like, laughing at a tree.

Once when I was high I ate an entire loaf of Pepperidge Farm cinnamon raisin bread. Toasted and buttered. I do not recommend this.

I, on the other hand, had to stop the DVD, pick up my guitar, and play the entirety of "Aqualung". Which apparently is a thing I can do.

Kuh-caine? What's it do?

I love the scene of Lindsay trying, and failing, to roll a joint (on an LP cover, of course). I kind of can't believe that even made it on TV. It felt so familiar—despite being a daily pot smoker for many years, I never managed to roll a decent joint.

A short but lovely obituary. Seems apt. Heaney was a true poet of Ireland, in the sense that transcends any political boundary.

Seriously, how often do you remember and think about a translator's preface? I still think about that one and Matthew Ward's for his translation of L'étranger.

Dammit, I was about to post the same thing.

FUCK YEAH GO THORNS.