That was so fucking awesome.

Even Pauline thinks the new Francis house is spooky.

It probably came furnished-there's never been a big retail market for huge Victorian renaissance-revival furniture suites.

It would be one thing if Henry Francis had inherited that Romanesque pile, but weren't they househunting last season?  How did they ever convince Master Gracey to leave?

That's kind of how I took it—someone's who's really pretty young and inexperienced trying really hard to be interesting and draw attention, but totally misfiring into obnoxiousness.  Which means he's a natural fit as a copywriter at SCDP.

I know they built plenty of modern apartment buildings on the Upper West Side (and gutted out some really fine 1920's buildings to outfit them with modern apartments).  But the layout and decor just seemed too Hollywood movie perfect—more Down With Love than anything that ever would have been built.

Don Draper's finally living in the exact apartment I had imagined he would eventually have as his sexy bachelor pad.

Moreover, it's very much a part of Pete's background—he probably got that jacket from Brooks Brothers, and it would have been entirely appropriate among the country-club bluebloods his family comes from.

Nuh-uh.  Not enough brown plaid to be the old Draper kitchen.

Jekyll Island!

Yeah-would heat-seeking bullets be any good for cold, dead zombies?

If zombies eat, then they must shit, right?  So is every zombie walking around with a smelly zombie-load in its pants?

Maybe those corpses in the cars were like zombie beef jerky—too dessicated from being in a hot-ass car to walk around.  Hydrate one of them, and maybe they'd start moving again.

They did explain this within the show.  The swamp and stream that provided a natural zombie-barrier were drying up, allowing the zombies more ready access to the farm.  Thus the need to move everyone into the house and post lookouts.

Do you even know what a Yorkshire Terrier is?  They weren't "bread" for purely aesthetic reasons.  They're terriers—working dogs bred to catch rats and vermin.

Well, chocolate is poisonous to humans too—one just has to eat approximately 22 lbs to reach a toxic level.

I never understood what anybody liked about The Cosby Show.  For a show about a family of black folks, that was some whitebread shit.  Fucking boring and un-watchable.

Don't you pretty much need a little marijuana on hand to help manage that LSD trip?

I definitely saw this in syndication in the early 90's.  (I really doubt that the kind of entity that would have filled airtime with awful reruns of Too Close for Comfort would have been remotely squeamish about airing this particular episode.)

Saturday night Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was on just two channels over from first season repeats of Walking Dead.  I was kinda drunk and screaming "Docta Jone!  Docta Jone!" every time Glenn showed up on screen in his baseball cap.