A few good yarns, but otherwise not very good. The "writing" is not far removed from taping someone talking down the pub and editing out the ummms and ahhhs.

I don't remember him from Lost, but do remember him as the undercover cop busting Badger in Breaking Bad.

That raven was mighty slow. I think you could have outrun with a bicycle.

I thought the necessary contrivances to get to the death were just about perfect. They could have changed the last ten minutes so Clara survived and very little would have been amiss. (Though after reading other comments, it appears I'm in the monority.)

You've lived so long you've forgotten your real name.

He's not screaming. That Shakespearean projection.

Why would they want want to direct movies? It would be almost impossible with the baby drying during filming and constant breaks for menstrual-related issues.

Far be it from me to defend shit advice, but I gather it was supposed to be one of those toss-of-the-coin reactions where the songs would reveal his true feelings rather than give him direct advice.

Worst was when you finally got evidence you were correct (pointing at some late-night film credits and yelling, "See! I told you it was him!"), only to find the other person has long forgotten the argument.

You have to pay extra for the model with silver lining.

Is "fit" a code word? I thought it just meant she could exercise without getting winded.

I remember a rather protracted argument with an ex who insisted I say "self-depreciating" rather than "self-deprecating".

I can sense your disappointment. I suggest listening to Captain & Teneille until you feel better.

My sole pleasure from this horrible event was seeing some of the local press explaining about the "death metal" band that were playing at the venue.

I was also initially sceptical, but by all third party accounts, it is indeed possible.

IMHO, theatre has the lowest quality threshold for enjoyment of any art-form. I've seen amateur Arthur Miller plays that were a hundred times better than competent blockbusters made by professionals.

I've been waiting all week for the Jeopardy Tournament of Champions to be torrented. Every visit to WOT is fraught with peril. [chews nails]

I'm a fan of the book (and all of Pete Dexter's work), but I've never felt inclined to watch a movie where every review focuses on a pissing.

If this was by the Coen Bros, people would be wetting themselves in excitement.

Even if she did think it was hot, I'm normally enjoying myself too much to want to stop and finish by hand.