The networks would benefit from some game theory, a bit of cooperative competition.  Because right now they're busy trying to take each other down by cramming sundays, tuesdays, thursdays.  And as a result a lot of great shows are getting killed because you simply can't have all these shows playing at once. …

In answer to Toastpup, the series is really not far off.  The flu didn't just hit, but came in waves.  The first was like any moderate flu outbreak, where the elderly and the very young are at risk, while the rest only get the sniffles, if anything at all.  It was the second wave, which began in hospitals, and then…

The lack of clear understanding then of what the flu was or how pervasive it was is understandable, since even today there isn't much we know about it.  We don't even know where it emerged.  The most commonly regarded theory is that it originated in Fort Riley, Kansas, which was in a area with many pig farms, and…

The important thing to come out of this episode is that Molesley was alright!

I'm amazed he hasn't tried to administer poultices or bleed anyone to balance their humors. 

Hmmmm, I like that theory.  Perhaps he's a distant relative once scorned, now bent on killing his way to the top, ala "Kind Hearts and Coronets."

I'd avoid the problem by trying not to hire radical leftists with drop dead good looks and a sweet Irish brogue to drive my Renault. 

Rockhard, you have bashed Sybil, and for that you are now officially On Notice.

Meredith,

I can't WAIT to watch Whitney Houston's performance tonight, which will no doubt mark a comeback to last decades!

Drowned in the bathtub, likely fell asleep on xanax and booze.  A classy end for a classy drug addict.

Come on man, she was too classy for po' people crack.  I'm sure she stuck to requisite combination of cocaine, heroin, alcohol, and a rainbow of barbituates, SSRIs, and anti-anxiety meds prescribed by the a dozen different doctors with degrees from the finest tropical schools.

Ditto man.  I work in the creative arts, and speaking as someone who probably will not have much impact with my work, it pains and angers me to no ends with the genuinely talented squander their gifts for such stupid things as drugs and alcohol.  It is a slap in the face to all who struggle with little hope of…

Drinking game suggestion: a shot every time Whitney is mentioned in a grammy winner's acceptance speech tomorrow night.

For someone who insults the rest of humanity by throwing away her god given talents, mockery is NEVER too soon.

Some poor producer at the Grammy show is muttering, "Motherfucking son of a bitch…"

Roseanne and John Goodman back together on TV, and Whitney Houston alive and well.

Sounds like something an Irish would say…

Anyone who marries a chick like Melissa McCarthy deserves their own show.

Team Sybil all the way!