I wonder what ever happened to Julian McMahon. I remember thinking he was pretty talented on Nip/Tuck. I may have been conflating "talented" with "chiseled and often naked" though.

And the hairy palms really get in the way of everyday tasks.

Well done. :)

It's the new 69 years old and English.

Oculus should have been included as the far outlier in which a troubled mirror smashes some humans.

I believe the Kardashians are merely disciples of Yeezus.

These photos make me wonder if this show will be more Pushing Daisies-Fuller rather than Hannibal-Fuller in terms of tone. (I'll be happy either way.) I'm re-reading the book, and that scene didn't scream kitsch to me.

I'm happy to see Benedict Wong in anything. He's such a charismatic actor. I got great glee sharing with my husband that he also played Prime on the Countdown episode of The IT Crowd.

Rosie was kind of cute back then. Sort of-ish.

I never think of an Olive being a fruit, but sure enough it is. It is also the name of my Toy Whiffle:

I'm glad you made the joke so I wouldn't have to.

I had a crush on Hardwick back in the Singled Out days too. He seems like a decent guy who managed to pull himself out of a self-destructive tailspin. I find myself rooting for him.

We can do better! "The newborn extras were genetically engineered in a secret, government-funded laboratory — a windowless building disguised as a sporting goods store, cleverly tucked away in a shadowy corner of West Hollywood. The infants are coated in cream cheese, grape jelly, honey mustard, actual amniotic fluid,…

My friend, I think you just came up with a new tagline for Arby's right there.

My four-month-old only has two options as an adult as well — professional NBA superstar free-thrower or prima ballerina in the prestigious American Ballet Theatre. Truthfully, I'll be vocally disappointed if she isn't both by the time she's in her late teens.

This novel sounds right up my alley. I appreciate the reviewer's (and Colbert's) take on "Young Adult" fiction. I'll admit I am generally prejudiced against YA fiction for no reason other than my own snobbery.

Do you work from home and know secrets that make doctors hate you?

In a perfect world, we'd all be financed by coked up Saudi princes.

I imagine you'd just become pregnant immediately, regardless of your reproductive apparatus.

The premise seems faulty. In what world is Dane DeHaan more appealing than Christoph Waltz?