…with that Portland bridge they sometimes show in the background.

Just pictured him in "Afternoon of a Faun", a la Nijinsky. Seems about right after that scene.

Every time I hear the words "Black Claw" I think of "The Circle of the Black Thorn", and I can't help but think that the Baddies in TCOTBT were way more interesting than anyone/everyone in BC.
And as much as I love Team Grimm, I can't help but miss Team Angel. I guess I'm marked for life.
***heavy sigh***

Now, that's a real bud!
Which brings me to my usual weekly plea to the show's writers…BRING BACK BUD!!!
And really, I only left the room for a moment. Bad timing.

Ha! I was just kidding, can't believe I really did miss something. I saw all but a couple of minutes. Might know that's the two minutes I missed.

So….no one was shirtless tonight.
Or did I miss something?

From chaos to calm.

Me, too. That experience was a long time ago, but even now recalling it makes me want to go lie down with a cool washcloth across my brow.

Same here. Even after all these years, it's a wonder I don't develop an eye-twitch just thinking about it.

That's probably what mine should've done…might've been easier on my nerves as well as theirs.

Oh, yeah…part of the fun of youth. :)

I had a boyfriend with a red Camaro. I didn't know much about cars (just what I thought was pretty), but I knew that car was sweet. I think I liked it better than another boyfriend's classic pristine '69 Mustang…and another boyfriend's Corvette.
Okay, might've been a tie with the 'Vette.

…..from IPANEMA?

I see that Philip teaching Paige to drive was nostalgic for many of us. It snapped me right back to being a 16-year-old girl in the same scenario…except my father wasn't as calm, patient and humorous as Philip.
Like Paige I probably wasn't blinking, either…fear of the car, fear of the road, a certain amount of fear…

What a succinct (and perfect) way to put it.

I keep trying to console myself with the thought that we'll still have Vera Farmiga as some form of "Mind Norma". But I just had a series of little flashbacks to moments like Norma throwing those traffic cones (she really showed them!)…or taking her heels off to climb around in her cocktail dress in the dark to spy…

Watching Norma slide right back into her intractable old ways of dealing with Norman (and at the expense of her own happiness) made me think of an Oscar Wilde quote…
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."
Even so, I didn't really expect to see her being released from that hell by the end of the…

Oh, yes…I feel your pain. My cat made the mistake of curling up with me as I watched. I think by the end I was hugging him just a little too tightly…just a little. And he probably wasn't too thrilled that I dampened his fur a little…just a little.

Well…that was one heckuva curve-ball they threw at us, and I do feel like I've been beaned right between the eyes. I was in a state of denial, right up until I read the review (and what an excellent, insightful review it is, Alex). Seeing it "in print" made me face it.
Really, any moment now I'll start feeling relief…

The owl!
THE owl!!!