True Fact: If you are a friend of Garry Marshall,you can get a role in one of his films. My father in law is on a ball team with Garry, and got himself a role as Dr. Sheahen 'opposite' his now 'co-actor' Jennifer Aniston.

Given the level of Martian devotion to the cause - terraforming a planet only their grandkids will see - it's probably of vital importance to both Lopez and his family that his remains are intact enough to be able to decompose in Martian soil and get his body's carbon, water and nitrogen into the ground.

The Level Of Detail Is Insane, Part #75: when Naomi gets frustrated because there's nothing wrong with the Roci, she reaches out and tears at a tiny rip in the anti-spall webbing on the bulkhead.

I'm winning so far this year. I haven't even been avoiding public spaces, either, just dumb luck.

Same here last year. Middle of a mall, then the cacophony arose, synthesizers vomiting into the crisp winter air.

This song is the subject of my annual Christmas Game, no maximum player limit. The objective is simply to see if you can make it to Christmas morning without hearing this 'song'. If you win, hooray, you get an actual Wonderful Christmas Time! If you lose, everything in your life is garbage.

Hayley Kiyoko, the non-union Kaley Cuoco.

The dozen bottles on-set are not props, by any stretch.

I did this myself many times during S1 and S2. It was somewhere in the midst of Fortune and Glory which they… I can't even say it. Suffice to say they made huge mistakes and yet, the game still was interesting! And seemed balanced! And they had fun!

Tim Minchin's "White Wine in the Sun" gets me every time. Peppered with good commentary on the weird hodgepodge nature of the holiday ('the commercialisation of an ancient religion/the westernisation of a dead Palestinian/press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer/…but I still really like it") and comes around to…

Better than my own. And my wife agrees.

Diane and I opened a bottle of Glenmorangie D'Or 12 year prior to beginning this episode.
The plan was, we would match them, drink for drink, and sip for sip.
One hour later, 2 ounces remain in the bottle.

Savor those meat sweats, David Anthony.
The tingle (and gas, and bloat, and diarrhea) means it's working.

I've… never had a spontaneous orgasm before now.
Interesting.

Side-to-side, as if to 'thwart' the forward progress of the 'ship'.
Bonus points if it is worn with a chelengk.
Yet more bonus points if you die whilst wearing it at the instant of your greatest personal victory.

The bicorne hat, worn athwartship, is the true measure of virile masculinity.

I had to go through the first half of 'Gardens of the Moon' [1st book] at least four times. It reads like the third book in a prequel series until you get going and accept the fact that you have no idea what the K'Chain Che'Malle or T'Lan Imass or Jaghut or Tiste Andii are, just that they are freaky scary Precursor…

I can't believe nobody's said this yet, but let it never be said that Starks and Recreation shirked his duties:

I hope to die whilst chewing on a blood and juice-slathered slice of Peter Luger. Not by choking, of course; I would prefer a samurai of incredible skill beheading me with a single strike.

I keep trying to find a way that the entire Terminus experience is a managed process, that the entire way that things progressed in those lunatic last ten minutes is the way that the Terminus people have developed to bring sanity, and trust, back to these groups that keep filtering in.