Weird that they're now posting reviews for shows that aired after TD. I thought they got screeners.

I also found it comparable to the end of Zero Dark Thirty, where she's hit with the realization that the thing she's put her life on hold for over the past decade is suddenly over. There's not so much relief as "what will I do now?" After all is said and done, Rust and Marty are in essence left with nothing but each…

I can see it.

Blech, those are awful. For some reason the image of them breaking open with the filling pouring out reminds me of a runny nose.

So I might be out of a job by the end of the week. But it's eaten away at so much of my soul that in the long run it would be a blessing.

Wait, Starchild? What?

That was the golden era of movies taking as much as a year after theatrical release before they came out on video/DVD. Now you only have to wait a couple months, if that.

Man, between this and mentioning in another post that "Macarena" was the most popular song of the 90s, I'm reminded of what an odd, kinda unpleasant decade for pop culture the 90s really was.

"Let it Go" will remain at the forefront of the music industry as long as there are interminable bluegrass/3 year-old piano prodigy/Voice contestant/punk/Glee episode/prison choir covers of it passed around on the internet. Collectively we seem more determined than ever to beat the living shit out of each other with…

The biggest hit of the 90s was "Macarena." We have no room to talk about what people are listening to today.

I'm pretty sure The Hangover had a lot to do with it. The sequels seem to be based in the idea of "Sure, it's asking a lot from the audience to buy that these character somehow manage to get into the exact same shenanigans as the last movie, but hey, fuck 'em, am I right?"

I fully expect Rabin to cover for "Forgotbusters" in a few years.

It's Miller Time

Seems kind of inevitable that it will actually be called We're Still the Millers.

I remember when they were starting to struggle for ratings, and they built up an episode where a female lawyer kisses another female lawyer as the most shocking hour of television of the year. And then, of course, the incident was never mentioned again in the show.

Well…I will say that I'm a lady who had appendicitis when I was 19, and I was given a pelvic, ostensibly to check for cysts, ectopic pregnancy, etc. But I agree with another commenter above that it was highly unlikely that Doogie would have been the only doctor available to perform the exam on his girlfriend.

The main thing I remember about this show is being shocked to discover that Max Casella was like 25 and playing a 16 year-old. He has a small role in Inside Llewyn Davis, and still has that weird manbaby look.

What the fuck is "Hello, Ross"?

I'm on board with this.

Well, that's good enough for me!