Bleh. I don't see the appeal.

I would never actually watch this. Hearing what the cast, for instance, has to say about the show I've just seen would take me too far out of the episode, and also I just don't…care. Not especially. I'd rather come here and see what the good people are saying and turn to the DVD commentary later.

Whaddaya wanna bet that these "women in combat? eww, icky hypotheticals!" doomsayers are the same people who worry that women's emotional irrationality will cloud their judgment in combat?

I wanted to like Interpol, but for the most part they put me to sleep. Some curious feeling tells me EOMDLTSTB will be different.

And remember - if it's such a good show, why don't people want to watch it?

"Stupid troll! Be more funny!"

Sometimes the humans experience feelings. Didn't they cover that in Automaton Academy?!

I lost interest somewhere towards the end but tuned in for the finale and learned I'd missed some interesting stuff (E.g. when they asked Uli and Joshua to deconstruct their looks and make something new on the fly.  That's the kind of cool crap that actually makes me excited about this whole series.)

It is now your responsibility to borrow that pornography and report back to us.

You fool! The penny whistle makes that album.

Was that an oblique reference to the Soup? All I remember is him saying something about showing E making fun of other shows.

The Office is ending? I'm outta the loop.

HAY THAT'S THE KINDA LAZY HUMOR VICKI VICS WHATEVER IS SO OFFENDED BY
WATCH IT

I thought it was more of a sweet punchline, myself. I don't know quite how that works either, but verily, I was touched.

cruel story bro

Oh, I was gonna put that on my list but I forgot. That's a great album.

My dad played in cover bands in the eighties and nineties and was always playing his guitar around the house, so I grew up listening to him play a wide (acoustic) catalogue of classic rock. It was all background music to me for years and years, and if I wasn't listening to that, it was my sisters' music (country,…

Imagine my surprise this summer when I finally learned that I've liked a DAWES song all along ("When My Time Comes"). I never managed to catch the attribution when I heard it on the radio, and I can't remember how exactly I finally found out who it was, but I can tell you that it was sheer, unmitigated magic.

I'm not shocked they sent fussy breeches home first — poor vision + hideous-ass, unfinished construction is gonna eat it before blah vision + ho-hum construction. I'm sure mortician lady won't stick around for long, though. (Oh, confession time: I found her fabric choices really ugly, but a weird, weird part of me…

Not to mention that yesterday's really shitty shit has receded farther in the sands of time, and we are less likely to encounter it.