Okay, you can't just bring that up and then not link to it. It's cruel.

The NSFW "I Give Good Parent" still makes me blush.

It took me such a long time to learn her name, because my best friend and I just called her At Home We Have An Aga.

God, Richard Ayoade would be such a great Doctor. Pair him with an older lady as a companion who decides running through time and space would be a fabulous midlife crisis.

Underproved.

It's decidedly different. A stronger emphasis on craft, no manufactured drama, and everyone's genuinely nice. People help each other! Slightly goofy humor! Mary Berry perking up any time someone tosses the word "rum" into the conversation!
Seriously, it's a delight.

It's underproved!

Oh my goodness, that sounds so lovely. I'm stealing this idea for spending time with my nephews.

I'm pretty children are comprised of at least 42% rabid weasel from the ages of about 2-5. Something about kindergarten gets them to chill the fuck out—I think it's all the practice at standing in lines.

Also, Rachel Ray sent him a fruit basket after he publicly ranted about her, and he actually apologized. In part of the apology, he mentioned that his kid really dug the fruit basket.

I think my favorite Orwell essays were pieces he wrote for the Evening Standard: there's one about how to make a proper cup of tea, and another ("The Moon Under Water") about the ideal pub.

His episode on Uzbekistan for No Reservations is one of my favorites for pure weirdness, plus the Vienna episode for the surprising sincerity (and vindication that, like me, he's not a fan of the Hotel Sacher).

I suppose part of that is because it's a personal issue for him as well.

He'll fix it! He's taking this horse by the reins, making redcoats redder with bloodstains…

I mean, they could attempt to assassinate Lafayette during the Revolution…

Blast Hardcheese is an amazing name.

No, but they would have the passenger manifests from the trip to the US (which were from before the interference), and I think we're meant to assume that Lucy, as History Savant, would know which 34 names would have belonged to people who died in the Prime Timeline (or possibly, just the survivors—fewer names to…

This sounds like the entire first season of Legends of Tomorrow, but without Hawkgirl. So, an improvement.

Here's hoping the Juliet Shakesman High School Drama Club has an annual performance of Out American Cousin as a fundraiser. It would be so tacky, and so perfect.

Dr. Old Spice! God, Gaius Balthar could rock the shit out of some 1940's menswear.