I'm honestly kind of thrilled by the trailer. He's always had a nasty sense of humor, and it looks to be alive and well here. Granted zombie anything has gotten old, but Dante knows his horror comedy. I'm—gasp—hopefully optimistic. No, that doesn't feel right. I'll just settle for terribly eager.

Let's just hope it's not a Deal breaker.

I have a feeling this is a move to leverage a better deal. The audience makes an outcry, shows how large it still is, and Showtime [with luck] relents.

Lynch did co-write the scripts, it sounds like co-producer Frost will be there to produce, and it's not like Lynch directed all of the original episodes. Let's try not to be like Chicken Little.

My dreams of J. J. Abrams ruining another series are dashed.

The stop motion was great, but the jokes were weak. Eh, I wanted to like it.

How very Marlowe of you.

e-cigarettes!

Just give us some of that Red Shoe Diaries finest.

Hey, I need that many calories to lift 300 pounds a day, granted, it's my own weight.

Nah, he's just really punctual…with his claws!

Years of eating poutine, drinking beer, and watching hockey will do that to a guy. Oh, and not getting laid.

Darwinian gameplay at its finest.

Then you have Chester Hime's murderous black detectives, and Hammett's middle-aged, no nonsense Continental Op. The MO doesn't have to be Marlowe every damn time. There are plenty of great pulp novels with the perspective of: criminals, victims, beat cops, drifters, losers, average Joes, soldiers, and so on.

The style and mood are about perfect, but some of the writing's just odd. For the most part, bits of game history are given out in notes that are well written, but the writer let some goofs slip, like: African American. It's the jazz age, not the Clinton Administration. The writer could have used: negro, colored, and…

You're grounded under six feet, baby.

Fringe did have the gloss and shine of a car ad, so that's something. But seriously, this is an orange and apples situation. Both are great for different reasons.

The Waffle Files: "Hi, I'm your host Adam Richman. I'm going to eat this mound of waffles, get deathly ill and fat from it, and all for your entertainment."

James Patterson ponders how best to attack the YA market: "Kids like men in black and spooky stuff, right? I'll start a new series and call it 'The James Patterson Files.' Get a ghost writer on it post-haste!"

If at least of half of these end up being Monster of the Week, I'm AOK with it.