What will happen to Johnnie and Lina?  Is he planning to kill her for the insurance money?  Veena Sud promises to answer this question…in the sequel.  Or the one after that, at the latest.

He's gonna get POP POPPPED in the chest.

Hey, Daisy didn't mess up the cake!  It was bad because of Thomas' shitty black-market ingredients!  How dare you, Meredith!

I did!  But really, I'll always pick Spanish Flu over Chris Brown.

Wait, the headline mentions "hunks", but there's a picture of Channing Tatum.  I thought we all agreed that no matter how well-built the body is, hunkdom is reserved for people who don't have faces that look like they've been repeatedly struck with a two-by-four.

Yeah, I know.  Being a fan of Bryan Fuller shows inevitably leads to disappointment.  They're still great shows, though.

No matter how bizarre this premise sounds, I'm always willing to jump into a Bryan Fuller show.  I mean, "Anti-social girl talks to souvenir shop tchotchkes" and "Lovelorn piemaker solves mysteries and hangs out with his undead girlfriend" sound off-putting, too.

OK, either Emma Watson or Emily Watson is going to have to change her name.

Eh, don't worry about it.  You're just finished, that's all.

Ira…..RosenburgStein!

Don't you get it?  It's like pancakes are a hop, skip, and unfortunate event away from being the Hindenburg disaster.

I always worry that all the best material will go out in the first episode, but I really liked this one, too.  That Obama opening and the King/X play, particularly.

The guest judges were amazing this week.  These two fairly straitlaced men in an occupation that doesn't have a whisper of overlap with drag culture put more thought and care into their deliberations than Clarence Thomas ever has.

I also got around to Midnight in Paris, and wound up liking it a lot more than I was expecting to.

"Well, that whole David Beckham thing didn't work out, but you know, instead of a guy who models underwear, let's feature a supercilious douche.  That'll draw them in!"

Like the actual Michele Bachmann, it was mildly amusing at first, and like the actual Michele Bachmann, it's time for it to go away.

I look forward to the Newswire article about what she had for lunch.

When a baby asks for a bottle, she is saying "I am a leech."

From what I remember, the chefs had to make dishes that came in under a certain calorie count, and when they planned their menu (and maybe made a sample dish or did the initial prep work), they were supervised by nutritionists that had to sign off on the total caloric value.  Then the next day, when the nutritionists…

Hmm.  Found footage?  I smell a shaky-cam.  How Greengrassy is this movie?