Yes, I remember Margaret asking Nucky "What purpose did it serve, making me a widow?".  Can't remember exactly Nucky's response, but it was something along the lines of Hans Schroeder deserved it and you and your children are now better off.  Anyone notice how when Emily was bedridden, Teddy asks Margaret if Emily…

I was under the same impression, and thought Chalky offered Dunn a wad of cash and new gold teeth for his efforts.

Piss Off!

Go Away!

Exactly.  Like how the matches young Teddy was playing with came from Babette's Supperclub.

I interpreted his tendency towards reckless self-destruction as a one way ticket to sleeping with the fishes, but most likely he will survive into the third season as unhinged and homicidal as ever.

How about Lucky introducing Gillian to heroin, turning her into a trainwreck 1920s Courtney Love?

Blame it on Scorsese.

The Catholic guilt of Peggy Olsen in Mad Men Season Two boils down to Peggy's sister acting petty and vindictive when Peggy befriends a young priest (played by Colin Hanks) visiting the church the Olsen family attend.  Peggy's sister reveals to the priest via confession Peggy has had a child out of wedlock, in order…

I think Nucky could stay level-headed upon finding out about the Margaret-Owen tryst.  As Nucky demostrated last season by holding up a bottle of lysol, he knows she is no angel.  Maragret knows too much about Nucky at a time he is vulnerable to prosecution, and Owen is effective muscle when Nucky lacks it.

So so true. My room mate (who would have been in elementary school in the mid 90s) is trying to tell me that the quality of  the music of Bush is equal to that of Nirvana, for her it is nostalgia for something she did not experience first time around, and the thing is, like a true hipster, she blogs about music. Wow…

The guy who played the janitor in Scrubs.  You could have him in therapy working through his 'mommy' issues à la Tony Soprano.

Nixon's people were certainly not impressed.

Maybe Gibbard can now make his Blood on the Tracks, but with more mope and whine.

See 500 Days of Summer.

Remember Deconstructing Harry, that potty-mouthed Woody Allen film?

All this yabbering about Collective Soul makes me feel old.  I remember back in '96, one of my Marilyn Manson-obsessed high school friends was mocking his dad (a boomer) for going to a Collective Soul concert.  Said friend is now a clean-cut father of two living in the suburbs.

It's all about demographics.  The people in the marketing department have identified an audience, lets say conservative caucasian males born between 1968 and 1983, who came of age in the 1990s and attempt to program musical playlists to capture this demographic through nostalgia and without a lot of consideration of…

Mr. Rothstein's going to be alive for another seven years, which assures Michael Stuhlbarg's presence in the cast for this season and the next, a good thing I might add.

Yes, something like the death of Pussy in the Sopranos, where Eli is lead to believe Nucky is interested in reconciliation, but instead gets an earful about betrayal and swiftly whacked.