Katherine Isabelle isn't in nearly enough shit. Ginger Snaps is the only really meaty role of hers I've ever seen.

Felicity was on fire throughout that whole opening sequence.

Hey, that gives me a great idea about how to handle future nemesises!

For the record, I've consistantly felt that Alana's purpose was as the "angel," to Hannibal's "devil." They're both psychiatrists who psychoanalyze and treat or offer support to Will Graham, and they're both his friends, and occupying similar places to the FBI and cast - including Abigail Hobbs. But the whole time,…

Is that an actual thing? I need to check this out immediately. It sounds like it could be either sweet and delicious or terrifyingly disgusting.

I SHOULD ACTUALLY GET AROUND TO WATCHING THAT ANYWAY, SO YEAH, OKAY, I'LL GET ON THAT SOON. IS TOMORROW OKAY?

I don't know. I was frustrated from the autopsy scene onwards, sure, and tempted to call her stupid, but I couldn't quite commit to it. Because she's not suspicious of Hannibal Lecter, she's just doing this as a favour for Will - without any clue that Will might actually be right.

I joined in for the Jericho campaign when it happened - spreading the word instead of sending peanuts, since I was fifteen and didn't have any money. However, since then I've come to think that if I'm going to be giving money to a cause, it should probably be for something like saving the environment or making clean…

I know nothing about this show. But boy, that title photo must be a pain in the ass for site visitors who are squeamish about blood.

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Yeah, they do seem sort of cut from the same cloth. Although I've managed to avoid "A Place To Call Home," thus far, so I'm just going by the ads and what my grandma tells me.

Honestly, I kind of hate that show. It's so very, very mediocre. It just seems like the only truly good thing in it is the costuming. I like some of the cast? Mostly Ashleigh Cummings, who is the shit, and Hugo Johnston-Burt. To be fair, I might like Essie Davis better if I didn't find her character so obnoxious.

I checked for Puberty Blues reviews just in case, but no dice. So yeah, in that second paragraph I was referring to the Australian teenage drama adapted from the book of the same name - Puberty Blues, that is - and not My So-Called Life. Thanks for telling me anyway, I appreciate the courtesy.

Oh, yay! Now I feel less insane.

Weirdly, I always found this show more very-special-episode-y than I'd expected, and so I was never quite able to love it, despite admiring many of the things it was doing. However, I can see a lot of what I think was it's influence in the Australian show Puberty Blues, and for that I will be eternally grateful,…

I figured that Liam was just a naturally paranoid, abusive guy - that it wasn't the first time he'd pulled this kind of shit, even if it was the first time he'd taken it so far. And I feel the reference to a similar fight where he walked out and didn't contact Ffion for five days over another suspected dalliance…

I don't hate either version of the show, but I still feel like you captured the flaws of both showrunners very accurately.

One of our English teachers kept trying to show us Dancer In The Dark, as it was his favourite film. But then he kept restarting it - because too many kids had been absent, and then because we'd started work on something else, and it had subsequently been too long since we started it. I saw the first half of that…

I wish she was gay. There's a weird part of my brain which does a little happy dance whenever a character I'm attracted to is gay - because then the only obstacle to our love is that she probably lives really far away and also doesn't exist!

Facebook lists my college education as "Harvard College-Yale. I aced every semester and I got an A."

The fucking cell phone footage in Lake Mungo. I went camping in the woods with a large group not long after seeing that movie. The toilet was, hand to God, in a graveyard about fifteen minutes walk away. So the first night up there, I had to go, and was walking along, terrified the entire time that I would see someone…