@Two Fucks: Yeah, they will. In your obit.

Robuttnik, I crown you Queen of Mars from Olympus Mons to Tharsis.

@Jim Rockford — I'm much more down with S1 Tiffani now than I was in her season; is it me, or has she — perhaps more than any other chef on All Stars — mellowed out considerably from the old days? I'm kind of pulling for her to win it at this point.

Also, couldn't resist: from Bourdain's blog: "when it comes it will be fast, unexpected, probably from behind — and decidedly 'unfair.'" Sounds like every Saturday night behind the dumpsters at the French Laundry, eh, Tony?

Interestingly enough, somethingclever, she showed far more personality — or maybe not "personality," but, uh, "personhood"? — on last night's ep than she ever did during her season.

It's telling that even a talented chef like Jen sees a whole side of bacon in a walk-in and immediately thinks, "Oh, I'll braise it like pork belly." Dude, it's bacon; render the fat, make it crispy and delicious, throw a solid poached egg or something in there, boom, you win.

"The zombies are made of people. THEY'RE MADE OF PEOPLE!!"

@Housecat, that would be "filicidal." Also, I was unaware that gerbils kill other, gayer gerbils.

What are the odds, do you think, that he gets patched over next season and joins the cast full-time?

I'm still bitter about the third prospect, played by the guy who played Johnny (Bubs's heroin buddy) on The Wire, washing out. Would have been cool and incongruous to see Johnny as a kick-ass biker.

Hey, awesome. Also, this has jack-shit nothing to do with the Sons finale.

He was the dude Kurt Sutter's character met with in the prison infirmary.

^ best rap ever.

@Afghamistam: That snitch-bitch IAD bastard deserved what he got.

'80s sports-movie songs of awesomeness, you say? I nominate Vision Quest's "Lunatic Fringe": http://www.youtube.com/watc…

That's too fucking bad, The Kids. We had "the weed" first, so you're just going to have to deal with our stoned, senile, pants-pissing old asses.

Mila and Natalie kiss in The Black Swan and I jizzed. In. My pants.

You can't legislate morality. But you CAN legislate machetes, turns out.

How about 2006's
The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume 1: The Pox Party, by M. T. Anderson? Very much an adult wolf in YA sheep's clothing, New York Times Bestseller, National Book Award Winner, all-around fantastic read. KId's books aren't just for kids anymore.

I'm thinking maybe Stacy is TomWaits's alter ego. Also, "the main thrust" … I see what you did there, Tom.