The repetitiveness, especially at the end, really drives it home. Will we really have anything to say to each other anymore?

In his interview with Vulture this week Jamie Bell said the difference in his and his dad's accents was a deliberate choice to underline that he had been raised by his mother. Which I think is interesting, and I'm glad there's an explanation…but still reads a little weird. I am liking their relationship more and more…

Figured. I still think the issue of when she disclosed the pregnancy and what the ramifications were would have been interesting.

Song 2 x Dung 4 = Dong 8

How dare you? My heart belongs to Cletus.

I had to avert my eyes when he started singing along. That was the most embarrassed-by-proxy I have been in a looooong time.

But Joel McHale told me that was a show about people with ucky gunts! Are you saying he LIED?!?!?

I have to admit I was a little excited by what I thought was the only way the plot could possibly go at the midpoint:

I still call Mad Men Los Hombres Enojados.

My dad had one of those TV theme song compilation albums, and this song has resided in my subconscious for the intervening 30 years or so as "Skoo Zow".

He can remember what she's wearing but apparently not her name.

And then, adding insult to injury, he rhymes "back" with "back".

At last check-in, still no dick, still in the thrall of whatever demonic possession-type dealie he's under. This hiatus is killing me.

Not here, but in my Don Draper/Harry Crane slashfic.

Danny Macaroons: worst gangster sobriquet ever

Wait, "Zeek" AND "Peet"? Can't wait to meet "Steev".

Elizabeth Warren?

Good lord he was gorgeous.

I do not want to see 2014 Mike Myers in a clingy turtleneck.

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