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Look: there ain't no Hagen, and there ain't no Dasz. There's no Frusen, and there's no Gladje. Don't even get me started about Steve.

I do miss hearing "There's no time!" or "Open up a socket!"

Maybe they thought Jabbawockeez was street-testing dope new dance moves.

I don't know. Hopkins' little ponytail in Hannibal was pretty damn goofy. The "Dante lecture" section of Harris' book is the John Galt Speech of horror novels. 

At least there is the faintest glimmer of hope that instead of hearing "That's Poe!" from now on 
I'm also curious how long Carroll intends to tell us where we are in the story. Is it just the beginning, Joe? Or are we now only at the conclusion of the first chapter of the beginning which is still kind of early on, so

I've read elsewhere: "I'M TRAPPED IN A CLOSET / DRAGONBAT HAS MY SCENT / SEND HELP" Almost haiku

I like how you can't really be sure which side of the board is the list of the "monsters." What I would've liked is if the creatures ended up killing the departments who bet on them, but Scarecrow Folk get Truman and it seems like the intern gets killed by Dragonbat.

Still, there's something that sticks with me about the red phone scene: how Whitford's character was just pissing himself with fear as he took the call. It wasn't an "oh crap something's wrong" fear - he was genuinely terrified of what was on the other end of that call. If it was Weaver, then she obviously has direct