You are now saying Marla was raped, but wasn't intelligent enough to know it. I know now we don't agree and never will. Bye, then.

She never pressed charges. She continued her relationship with Tyler/Narrator. She did not think she was a victim of rape, and neither do I.

Marla Singer wasn't raped.

Yes. To leisurely examine how someone like that thinks is pretty discomforting.

It's a wonderful book, though. You get much more insight into the main characters' thoughts, and the supporting characters have more filled-out backstories. It has much more chilling thoughts on courtship and marriage, and it's a damn good page-turner. But is the book or the movie better? I guess that's up to you,…

I almost wish I could have seen it not knowing the plot… But I really liked Gillian Flynn's novels, so that would have been impossible for that reason alone.

I always thought Samuel L Jackson looked like a big baby drinking from a bottle when he drank that soda. A big, cute, hungry baby.

This novel has been on top ten bestseller lists for months and months. I reckon it would have been fantastic to see it blind, and great fun. So I'm curious to know how many moviegoers (in general; you guys don't have to have to raise your hands or nuthin') DID go in blind. I think I actually heard anticipatory…

Jenny, I got your number
I wanna make you mine
Jenny don't change that number
Look, don't call me.

I loved the pin Virginia wore in this episode. I wish it was still fashionable to wear that kind of thing. Come on, let's all wear lovely silver pins on our outfits, ladies—even tee-shirts! Hey, I never thought they'd bring back natural looking eyebrows and shag haircuts—we can totally do this!

Well, it's too bad. But truly, I'm not even sure I could cope with another King TV adaptation. The writers could have the best intentions in the world, and still manage to make this compelling story into processed cheese.

Nice! I'm sort of glad I'll be long dead when the 18,136th season of "The Simpsons" is airing. But it's heartwarming to learn that human beings will not be extinct by then—not even all the increasingly fat Americans.

Yeah, I loved Sims 2, and then I finally found myself thinking things like "Why the hell is it so important for one of the homely twin guys I made to get really good at cooking?!" I can't believe how much time I spent on that game. I don't really miss it, because everything seemed to happen so slowly. I can get…

BOINGG! Your avatar is awesome, by the way. It was hilarious, the way Ren and Stimpy briefly looked like real animals.

Hey, don't knock all them VHS tapes. I still have quite a few, and I loved the supplier I had about ten years ago. I asked him through email if he was single, even. When he said he wasn't, I wrote, "It's gone! Where'd it go?!"

Hey there, Johnny Long Torso!

Stop mocking cat ownership, pop culture! Geez, dog people are just as likely to be weird as cat people! (Ever seen an ill-behaved, overbred lapdog dressed in a little costume for the holidays? Of course you have!)

Yeah, I don't get how she keeps missing things that seem obvious, like don't do therapy by proxy, don't be surprised if her friend with cancer passes along her work, and it's time to talk about how they're hurting Libby…

Yeah, he's interesting. Boyish yet jaded? I can't quite describe it.

Me! Frank bugs me because he has the self-righteousness of a recent convert. He was sniffing around to discover if his mom has a drinking problem. Like, I'm okay; are you? I doubt it! Soon he will probably nag his brother about it.