I guess it would make a good drinking game, if you hate your liver.

I hear you. I yelled, "Oh, COME ON" at the tv about 7 times in the first ten minutes.

When I realized that instead of the ghost teen story of Juliana Hatfield, Mandy Moore turned out to be a flesh-and-blood character out to do some looting for fun and profit,I guffawed for a good five minutes.

Nothing will prepare younger generations for the wait they will feel for the Venture Bros. Hydrogen decays faster than Venture Bros. gets produced.

Shhh, they shoved The Black Cauldron off in the same closet under the stairs as Something Wicked This Way Comes. Which is a shame, because Mr. Dark's Carnival could make a suitably creepy visit to Storybrooke, but I imagine that would require rights-wrangling with Ray Bradbury's estate.

Yeah, as someone who was required by state law to learn more than a sane person should want to know about the Civil War, I was kind of shocked by how much they really went whole hog on the Confederacy symbolism with the crow guys. I mean, once you've put out "Bonnie Blue Flag" you might as well be blasting "Dixie."

You get less adam immediately, but for every three you save you get a gift basket that makes up the difference.

Globdammit, can we have ONE comments section that doesn't become about Breaking Bad?

Pita Margarita's, hands down.

I thought that would be the moment that Archer finally lost his hearing.

I was honestly surprised that half the partners at the table didn't respond, "WE KNOW."

That scene was so uncomfortably close to one from "The Attic" episode of Dollhouse that I'm surprised no one mentioned it.

That would require feigning interest in Vic.

I've been chuckling under my breath about "to get rick-ety rick-ety WRECKED, SON" all week long.

I went to a Catholic university, and there was a non-denominational chapel on campus that was unlocked 24/7, in case you needed to pray, or hide from campus police while drunk. There was a determined group of Baptists that would sneak in and put anti-Catholic Chick tracts in all the hymnals every week. I amassed…

For an animated series? Gravity Falls, no question, with Adventure Time a distant second. For a live action series, the first and fourth seasons of The Wire did it for me unlike any other.

Part of me yearns to see Rick being an asshole at a lawsuit-avoidantly veiled version of Disneyland.

I've felt Louis Canning's absence this entire season—-c'mon, there's no way he wouldn't be looming outside Florrick/Agos and threatening to buy them out but for Michael J. Fox's real-world commitments—but this wasn't how I wanted to see him return.

No one ever remembers it because it doesn't involve rose petals and Mena Suvari, but the climax of American Beauty uses an extremely similar device, and it's at the core of what appears to be the Kings' philosophy for the show: that the drama is not in the event but in the reactions to it.

I watched Scandal, Hannibal, and The Good Wife all in a row. And then I just sort of let The Mentalist wash over me, because my brain couldn't handle anything else. It's like somebody just decided to rampage through all the good shows and kill the characters I found interesting, and then all the stereotype-puppets on T…