Days had a pretty good balance around that time, just before Passions came on and went deliriously over-the-edge. There was always the usual small-town drama mixed in with the crazier shit.

You grab a nanny, you pay the price!

Excuse me sir, a what?

Stefano was by far the best villain in the history of daytime. Mascolo took such relish in the role. RIP good sir.

Not sure what rules cabs in NYC have about flirting/touching, but they sure as hell never enforced any when I rode in them.

You would be incomplete without French fries.

No, I deserve this. Or at least my stomach does.

Ignaity's description of Jackie as like a less sensual Todd Haynes movie is pretty spot-on. I still enjoyed it, especially for that amazing score, but it does feel over-determined.

Miller gets his one phone call and calls Jian Yang, who just messes with him instead of bailing him out.

I'm sadly now too old for milkshakes. Last time I had one, I was sick for about four months.

I was mostly disappointed because I had this vision that he would walk on to the stage and, instead of giving an acceptance speech, he would recite the woobie monologue from Mr. Mom.

I was told there would be no math.

I just discovered her a couple weeks ago by chance and adore this album. Map on the Wall easily became one of my favorite songs of the year after the first listen.

Would watch!

I was screaming "Fuck Star Wars" on my commute in to work today because of this, which made the little kid in me die a little.

A happy accident for everyone but evil snowman Jack Frost.

"Truck spills unknown quantity of chicken steroids" is basically the start to about half the horror movies of the 80s.

Crowe is great and very funny in it too, even as he's essentially the straight man to Gosling's idiocy.

They should bring back BANSHEE but hire Johnnie To to direct every episode. That show had good action to begin with, but imagine it in his hands…

Fair enough, though I'm a little peeved that you've now made Jimmy Fallon slightly mysterious.