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I envision more of a Stringer Bell type end-scenario.

Oh how can it not be Amber?

Yeah I'm hating the Joel & Julia storyline as well. It's so forced. They're both doing things at odds with their characters….Joel doesn't seem the type who'd get jealous over another guy…especially a guy who worked in the Warehouse. And Julia's kind of been a bitch to Joel for, erm, becoming the breadwinner ever

Mae Whitman can do no wrong. And I'm not just saying that because I'm engaged to her…well, I will be just as soon as the restraining order expires.

I've pictured Piecat as a loveable ne'er-do-well clothed in the garb of a 30s sharecropper, on the prowl from town to town in search of window sills where hot pies have been carelessly left unattended. His presence can usually be discerned by the telltale sound of a Blind Lemon Jefferson tune wafting along the breeze…

Can somebody please give Mae Whitman an Emmy and more roles in movies please? Because she's amazing. Though I'm disappointed by her cameo in "Masters of Sex." I was hoping she'd be in it more. Such a tease!

One does not simply split an infinitive.

Demerits for not properly using ellipses when excerpting my quote. No graduate degree for you!

That or another Stephanie March series.

Yes. We live in the darkest one, where Community struggles to get renewed each year. Also the economy and global terrorism. But mostly Community's struggles.

Stunned, silent awe?

I still can't see that movie based on the title alone. A title like that just makes me groan a little, like "Oh lord I'm in for 2.5 hours of British period drama and awards baiting actorly moments."

I worked in a movie theater for a year at the concessions counter, and I can't tell you how many people ordered the suicide. That right there was some depraved shit.

I loved his travel adventures, like A Supposedly Fun Thing…and his visit to the Illinois State Fair. He achieved something rather remarkable, in that he was both scathing and critical of what he experienced, and yet he made you want to experience it all the same. I have it on my list to one day visit the state fair.

The beat generation has inspired so much derivative shit, at this point I'd say it's a wash whether the beats were worth a damn or not.

And now I'm picturing Segel mutilating himself after having a fight with Paul Gauguin.

Perhaps his handlers are 14 year old girls. They're usually too concerned about boy bands and makeup to worry about PR blowback.

Some will no doubt burn me in effigy, but I enjoyed DFW's short stories for that reason. He's best in small, concentrated doses, I think.

Certainly at least all the areas that Google and Facebook have gentrified.