Yep, pretty much. We've caught glimpses of White Cindy from time to time, but they've never really focused on her.

Leaving aside the health care and everything I do wonder about the guards' interactions in the outside world. Does O'Neill think he gets to treat everyone politely offering him a donut like shit because he has such power over people in his day job? It'd be interesting to see one of the COs try that and get totally…

"I spend most of my time trying to understand things."

Also in the background during the server fire:

I have to disagree. The Daya/Bennett scenes were trying to make them come off as romantic, and the audience was supposed to be pulling for them (or at least sympathetic to their plight), which, nuts to that mess.

GP: Sorry, but I've memorized the speech and it mentions her a lot.

I don't know why I enjoy them so much, but I just love the hell out of the little Wanda snippets this show gives us, like her confidence in her ovaries or her fuck-this-let's-just-crush-the-piñata attitude.

I'm replaying right now and decided the most fun romance would be to play a tiny, burly dwarf who romances Iron Bull. I haven't cracked his facade yet, but we're getting there!

It's Newswires like this that make me miss my Glen Coco account.

"Oh, I'm not your type? Well, lemme take a swig of this Polyjuice Potion, and then we're gonna fuuuuuuuuuck."

I was there! I particularly liked when she started reading off info about upcoming shows from the blazing screen at the back that was distracting her.

Oh my God, the kids who wore those Big Johnson shirts in junior high thought they were such badass rebels. I never needed to take part in such pathetic trend following.

Whoops, should have read down before I posted the same thing. A line so nice we said it twice.

I always loved "I will now take my leave! I live here, so I won't actually be going anywhere, but you don't have to talk to me anymore!"

The latest episode of the We Hate Movies podcast is a pretty entertaining takedown of it.

MINI SPOILER!!!!

I was walking down the street with some friends, jauntily singing "I'm walkin…yes, indeed. I'm talkin'… I accuse my parents…." to myself, and someone totally got it. I've never felt closer to someone.

You're working from a false premise. She goes out of her way to explain that this is not someone who is unfamiliar with English, or is in an altered state, or is in any way incapable of making it to age forty as a regular, middle-to-upper class American and still can't figure out what a lime is.

Now do "Day Bidet"!

I'm not generally into drag culture out here in day-to-day life, but if I could hang out with the likes of Jujubee, Manila Luzon, or Latrice Motherfuckin' Royale for two days? You better believe I'd be there.