My dog was on the couch with me, but she seemed very nonchalant about the whole thing. Her ears perked up at the barking, but that was it. She was a rescue, though, so she probably has no love for neglectful masters.

I was hoping that Sansa would get to execute Ramsay publicly, Stark-style, but this was also acceptable and seemed more her speed anyway. Plus, new canine friends! The Starks have lost too many pets; I really hope she gets to keep these. Now, off to give my own dog a few more treats before bed….

I desperately want Whit Stillman to direct the Crazy Rich Asians movie.

Rebecca using her family-sucking-up powers for good on behalf of Valencia, and then the two of them having honest-to-goodness fun at the wedding boutique was the best I've ever like either character, and I don't really dislike Rebecca as much as others do.

I feel like they have fantastic chemistry on-set, too. Seeing their friendship-that-could-have-been in the wedding dress episode and then watching it implode again finally turned me into a Paula-hater. (Although Donna Lynn Champlin is a national treasure.)

If all the show titles weren't about Josh, I think this one could have been called "Holy Shit, Greg really is an alcoholic!"

Is it just me or is Valencia the only person who made it out of this episode with a net gain?

There are so many things I love about this show: Santino Fontana's reaction shots, Vincent Rodriguez III's befuddlement face, a pitch-perfect upper-middle-class rap battle, Darryl and White Josh, but the ethnocentrist in me is positively giddy about the show's very specific portrayal of Filipino-Americans. "Ate,"…

If I'm not mistaken, Cal's self-help lessons are taken from Deborah Gruenfeld's "Acting with Power" seminars, the existence of which I am only aware of because of the Stanford B-School sex scandal.

Absolutely. I was around 10 and this was one of the first news stories I remember discussing with anyone besides my parents, after the Gulf War. We talked about it at school, and I think at one point even my ballet teacher randomly brought it up.

"Who's the good guys and who's the bad guys?" — my seven-year-old niece

So, who's going to kill Pastor Tim? I'm gonna put forth the dark horse candidate of Martha, with an assist from Mail Robot.

Jon Snow is totally unconcerned about why Melisandre wants to know if he's a virgin, or why his answer is the "good" one.

"I'm very hungry!" *spies bountiful sex snacks, proceeds to eat cherry in series of small, deliberate bites*

A friend of mine once pointed out that, for most people, your siblings are the only people that you have ever hurt with the actual intention of killing them.

Seriously, they should win just for the slow pan over from Stan to Philipp sharpening his knife to Elizabeth, everyone looking at Paige.

Each doesn't know the other exists yet, but I am getting in on the ground floor of Paige/Hans shipping.

It's not a great movie or anything, but I appreciated it because I have a morbid fascination with Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy, which itself is probably some sort of a psychological disorder.

The worst thing about this is that you made me remember that sad poem.

My numerous siblings and I wait for the kids to go to sleep, then shotgun whole seasons of premium cable dramas using my HBOgo or my brother's ShowtimeAnytime.