You're welcome!

Or the Fireworks Factory. I'll settle for getting to the Fireworks Factory.

Binders full!

I'm fully in sunk-cost fallacy mode and will watch to the bitter, gory end.

Yes, the Hilltop folk asked them to slaughter those people, and that's how Rick's group got on Negan's radar (I was going to say "bad side" except he's all bad).

hopes like hell that its legion of loyal, obsessive followers will rend their garments at the horrible demise of a fan favorite, but still be back next week for another round of spin the murder bottle

I had some beer. And a cocktail or two. It was a fun weekend (except for all my teams losing in teh sportz)!

I went to some festivities surrounding my college reunion (class of 19mumbletysomething). Saw lots of old friends, made some new ones (I actually got a guy's phone number. I haven't done that in…years…eep) :) Oh, and a few people thought I was much younger than I was, which made me feel better after that Dodgers…

Hmm, didn't think about that. My polling place is located in a library next to a park that is used predominantly by Hispanics. I may not have to worry about the Drumpf Doofuses (Doofusi?).

I don't know whether to be insulted or not that I have recently done the same thing as a Millennial (i.e., fallen behind on shows and just dumped them because it was too hard to catch up with all the new shiny shows I've picked up instead*).

Cuz we're slackers. It's the slacker thing, isn't it?

According to Survivor, I'm at the beginning of Gen X. Before that, I was the tail end of the Boomers. I prefer to be at the head of the Generational Centipede, to be honest.

*Spike Lee tweets B.G. Henne's wherever*

No price, no matter. WANT!

Speaking of voter intimidation, which is the best agency to call if you see it occurring near your polling place? The local police? The Feds? The press? All of the above?

You're really trying to bring the wrath of Whovian down upon us, aren't you?

I still has a sad over that. But onward to tonight! Dodgers in 6!! :)

As long as he's not encased in amber that allows some future mad scientist to clone him using frog DNA and creating a giant orange Trumposaur.

Especially if the fight is over Taylor being sad because he doesn't like Figgy's strategy of pretending they're not a couple. Was pretty sure he was going to blow it last night with his pouting.

I was there with one of my guy friends, who had purchased the photo op, and Rooker was gracious enough to take a picture with him and then with both of us—except he pushed my friend out of the picture and put his arm around me, calling me "darlin'" :) It was pretty funny.