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I was home sick yesterday and almost gave into the temptation to watch an illegal early release copy, which I normally would never, ever do. Just very eager to see this (also, I was very sick, and bored).

For some reason I am really looking forward to this, even though I'll admit it's not the type of movie I normally run out to see (In fact there are not a lot of movies I run out to see, because I am really 'effing busy most of the time. I hardly see anything.). Maybe it's the cast? Yeah, this trailer looks great, but

Write there with you. I have never seen a story of this type where the "creature" looked like it had been anywhere near someone with medical training.

Presumably most Wesen are not organ donors (for obvious reasons). The only way you could get the parts would be nefariously, which you would not expect to be very common.

If you want to bring your son back to life, why on earth give him limbs from a bunch of criminals, some of which are mismatched in length? Why not use two legs from the same donor? Was there not a single donor with two intact legs? What the hell happened in the car accident that killed him that he needed four new

After reading this book, my daughter begged to come to work with me when I told her there was going to be a seminar from an expert in pathogenic fungi. Now she's trying to do an internship in his lab. Great way to gets kids interested in science, apparently.

Well, maybe it only seems that way. I confess that I only watch about 3-4 hours of TV a month, but it seems whenever there is something I want to see, it's not on until after a couple of hours of Antiques Roadshow. And now of course we have a whole extra PBS station that's entirely devoted to British soap operas.

My mom just subscribed to a documentary streaming service, and it turns out that the "documentaries" are mostly just fake, sensationalist crap. If you are actually talking about something interesting, you don't have to add mysterious music and end every line like it's a questions ("Could this be the most important

And I'm not donating if the big telethon draw is some old Peter, Paul and Mary concert or that woman who won't stop talking about my finances. At least give me a Dr. Who marathon or something.

To be fair, that actress is REALLY pretty. You don't hire her and then not show a lot of close-ups of her face.

I was a middle schooler when the original Poldark was on, and I just loved it (yes, I know it's a soap opera too, but damn). I don't want to sully the memory in any way.

It's on every night, Brian, every night. I suppose it's cheap as hell to make, but every gosh darn night. (Although of course you can watch whatever you like. I'm just playing around.)

I suppose you can come up with some defense of Antiques Roadshow as well?

There's always another one.

I watch Frontline, sometimes Nova and Nature. Unfortunately, half of the time on my local affiliate is devoted to Antiques Roadshow. They can cancel the hell out of that.

So half the budget comes from donors? Well, I'm just going to have to double my donations then. (But not for Downton Abbey. That's just a frickin' soap opera people. It's a SOAP OPERA.)

No more metal suits with built in ripped abs and breasts, please.

If you see the trailer in theaters, it is not obvious until pretty far in that you are watching a trailer for the gritty Power Rangers reboot no one was asking for (unless you are me and you saw the flash of "Saban" on the screen at the beginning). Also, give the cute but dumb Green Ranger from Power Rangers SPD, or

Nice. Heh, does anyone else remember when Michael Stipe and Natalie Merchant sang a duet of 'To Sir with Love' at Clinton's first inaugural (maybe the MTV Ball)? I seem to remember that being really awesome, but maybe I am conflating multiple memories because I am old. (Heavy sigh).

Well, OK, but that's pretty tenuous. Franken is a pretty serious guy now, although I'm sure he's still a total scream when off duty. I'm just trying to not give the trolls a reason to invade my most beloved of Web sites.