The lemur's coach, Luigi Fercotti, says he'll be ready to jump the English Channel very soon.

I will consider this a just world if Glee also gets the shaft. I'm their target audience (female musical theatre and show choir vet) and I can't fucking stand that show.

The house bone connected to the re-run.

Sometimes I wish I were a Puritan so I could advocate burning people for Popery.

Pssht. What kind of sitcom has Yoko Ono instead of Mel Torme?

Yes, the tales of tax woes and desire for financial independence isn't nearly as exciting.

Either way, Allen Klein was the best Beatles accountant.

Ghost makes excellent negligee, though it can be a bit chilly.

I did hear tell that Epitaph 1 isn't necessarily where the show will go, but a "possible future." That said, I'm more interested to know why the Dollhouse HASN'T gone in this direction already- besides Adele, who else is keeping Rossum in check, ethically (sorta)?

If Brad Pitt is playing Moriarty, perhaps Fabio will resurrect his career to play Mycroft.

But doesn't "-Triple Dash" actually equal four dashes?

Perhaps WB feels that the world is finally ready for the Giant Rat of Sumatra.

Acker also has a film coming out sometime this year, "21 and a Wake Up."

Couldn't you? Couldn't I? Couldn't we?

Lest you end up Where the Wild Horses Are.

My hatred for chesey strings-and-piano renditions is vying for dominance with my hate for the Rolling Stones. This can only be resolved by a Susan Boyle v. Mick Jagger cage match.

Howard Johnson is right!

I have shamelessly fangirled Berke Breathed and Sergio Aragones in person. Both were lovely, gracious, and neither copped a feel.

Everyone knew the evening was a success once Peeping Canine arrived, proclaiming in inimitable style that it was all about pleasurable intercourse and suggesting that the hostess might enjoy it in her aural cavity.

I think she's more saying that she's condescending, vapid, AND out of touch, but that may just be my interpretation.