Watching Barry move in at the end of the episode, Joe handing him a beer and Barry reminding him that beer does nothing to him anymore, I wondered something. How the fuck is this show so much fun so often? I just started laughing, because this show is just fucking fun to watch.

B-? Really? This was solid B territory, maybe B+. Some of it was forgettable, but this was the best hour of Gotham we've gotten so far. Yeah, Ben McKenzie's grumbly voice is wearing, I will admit that. If this show has done anything, it's demonstrating that he doesn't and shouldn't always be involved.

For a team that's done nothing but lose for decades, I'm amazed that people find the fanbase they didn't know even existed "insufferable." We're loud. If that's your problem, perhaps sports aren't something you should watch. While we're louder than many, it is not unique to football, it is unique to fanbases of sports…

I hope the scabies burns.

When Tom Jeter's dad stuck that vinyl into his LaserDisc player, I really hope it helped him move past the fact that most people confuse airmen with those in the army, or pilots, or marines. Or, simply, flying humans powered by dreams and starlight.

I think that you're right, but still dismissing the nature of what happened to Barry. It wasn't just that his mother was killed. It's that his father went to prison for it, he was raised by a different man in a different family, and worst of all, everyone just believed he made it up.

I am of the exact same mind. When Flash, Gotham and Constantine were all greenlit, I was pretty sure I'd like it in the order of Gotham, close behind it The Flash and a distant third would be Constantine, but dammit all if it weren't Flash, followed closely by Constantine and then somewhere in my toilet is Gotham. And…

It is rustic, IT IS WONDERFUL AND IT IS FRESH.

Hey, call it by its market name. Organic ballsweat.

I wasn't sure if it was just me since I rarely see it in a review.

Ooh, ooh.

In my head, I replaced Captain Hammer with Robin Honor. And he just says that one line.

Looking at Sorkin in the above article's image, I just imagined it captioned with: "No, no. I'm king of all the douches." And it made me smile. Or cry? I can't comprehend emotional satisfaction, what does one normally do?

I thought there was some city statute requiring all Starbucks to be kept open for future historical purposes. But seriously, the rent is too high? For Starbucks? I thought that was impossible, especially here.

No, but to be fair, it's because "coffe" is not a word.

Ugh. The fucking Chestnut Praline garbage. I live in Seattle. I had a friend—one not prone to horrible, cliched choices like feeling the need to try out the latest coffee flavor—who walked in the door at work with one. She and a coworker were chattering about how good it was.

I wasn't really getting the frustration with Iris people have until reading that phrasing. All the shit he does and can do - guy derails a train, Flash pulls people out, one at a time, the train gets maybe a single rotation before everyone's out; guy controls storms, Flash literally kills a massive tornado by running…

I think you've got it slightly backward.

No, that'd be silly. He's getting in on the reboot to Cathy, where instead of being obsessed with chocolates and wearing hearts on all her clothes, she's a single-mother running a newsroom local PBS affiliate's newsroom children's programming schedule, and is fighting for the souls of children themselves.

Hey, those pads are prescribed!