I found it oddly unsettling when they started with the "I can't put my finger on it…" thing and I'm all "uh-ohhhh… please don't let SNL go there, TOO" and I was frankly relieved when an extant dick was revealed to be the source of such unexpected hilarity (quaaack) as opposed to a literally absent c… (I'm sorry: even…

…

I have been silently raging over the capricious injustices visited upon my various Diqus (initial 's' left off intentionally, because damnit I am a mature human female) interaction-attempts the past few weeks, and am at least a little gratified to know it isn't only me…  *clicks post, sees this end up in a thread…

Carlsrealgood? More like Carlsrealgoodandfine (seven additional times).

I thought it was possibly slyly shot with the subliminal intent to look like something off NatGeo — I cringe-squinted at one point and they briefly looked like rutting greyhounds. Ugh.

I'm nagged by the feeling that there are magical, secret parallels I'm supposed to be detecting between the Judy Collins performance in the last ep and Marnie's in this (down to their respective verbal/gesticular reactions to a single audience member in each instance), but I am NOT good and fine & am probably wrong.…

I had a moment of genuine private horror yesterday as it dawned on me that I had Shazam'd (yes, I am publicly admitting my shortcomings) "Thrift Shop" something on the insane order of 6 times in 2012…  Must've been the ambien?? (I also kind of want a J-shirt now that says "WHAT WOULD CHEESE US KEY RICE DO?"…)

American Horror Story: Michaela Watkins

(I'd long suspected that Liam was but a tiny T-Dawg.)

Hole. Eeeee. Shit. This show is bleaker and bleaker. Can no longer watch without scheduling a 3-hour-long bubble bath (with extra Clorox) to follow immediately.

@avclub-0a7d7a81e8e3a20e4c34748e98ef45f6:disqus now I kinda wanna see Andrea analyzed with a Cabin-in-the-Woods-style white-board in which the balance of the characters involved can gamble on her ultimate means of (god-willing) demise…  (I'm personally going "unicorn-zombie" on this one.)

All I could think about during the Staten Island "typical female resident encounter" thing was "here comes Klorine Homage Number 4b." (Which wasn't as *entirely* loathsome as I'd anticipated, alas…)

I am increasingly convinced that Andrea and her navel-gazey-Woodbury-ilk are stoned-to-the-freaking-gills on "Professor John Ritter's BrownDrank" which explains the villagers' collective 12-steppy blind acceptance of gobbledygook-Andrea-in-withdrawal speeches… If this is not at least partly true, I am angry, as I have…

damn that was one ooglayass wedding dress — and if true it sadly only begs somehow for more pathetic backstory (ohhhh gawd)

I just don't know… I find myself thinking back to that brownish-beverage-junk they were all over in Woodbury at the beginning of season 3… Andrea's protestations that she didn't drink anymore (indicating to THIS viewer (at least) past substance-abuse issues (or words to that effect)), then giving in, then the…

This program is rated TV-MA-AHN*

I am covered in psychic bruises and am going back to the Enlightened comment thread now.

Agree 100% — neverever expected these Girls to bring me to hot, wet, surprise-tears — I am nearly no longer afraid to say out loud & proud that I FREAKIN LOVE THIS SHOW. Snot-rockets and all… (Possibly said snot-rockets in PARTICULAR.)

I literally have 6 jars of various Empire Mayos in my pantry — the black garlic one is particularly killer, especially on pad thai. And sandwiches. And Pop-Tarts. (Just don't snort it — talk about your Pulp Fiction re-enactments…)

actually i'm "legally related to" one of BSG's showrunners and i can PROMISE you that they're, indeed, "trying" — reallyreallyreally hard…  :/