I actually had to check to see if maybe some particular Tesla exec had been sued, if his family had been rich for 150 years.  (Answer: not as far as I can see.)

This may itself be a discredit food legend, but at one time I was told that some people have a genetic thing where Coke and Pepsi taste vastly different, and some don’t.

Obviously giving us a picture of the very simple thing being discussed was just too much to ask for from the article.

Let me remember my imaginary version!

At the top-level, this show is reminding me of Dollhouse in a couple of ways, the most obvious being the tricks with identity built into the premise. (And, perhaps incidentally, Daichen Lachman.) But more than that: remember that (as I see it) Dollhouse played a pretty interesting genre-savvy trick on the audience…

My assumption, back in episode 3 or so, is that Helly is in the Whole Mind Initiative, who we saw in the first episode and then they oddly disappeared from the story. She’s somehow undercover to take down Lumen, and no, I have no idea how that would work.

Except...from the POV of the outies, they just jump from 9AM to 5PM. They don’t actually experience any relief from their outside-world misery (if that is indeed the motivation).

It felt like someone took that thing about “In improv, we always say ‘yes, AND...’” and took it way too far.  “And the guy takes out an urn!  And it has soup in it! And they pick up the body!  And it’s the wrong body!”

Mr. Mayor is actually an NBC broadcast network show, but I don’t think that undermines your point.

The actual link goes to the line “It’s pillaging time, savvy?”

And, so far, no Big Bad whose weakness is, what if Barry could run even faster?

Who didn’t see this coming when the request went up last week?

Wait a damn minute:

And then the next step is people who think that dying people “have to” go through all their stages in the right order, or...they’ll die wrong?

My brain thinks that at one point Fox was going to do a show called “Frenemies” as an answer to Friends, but it seems not to have actually happened.

Fuck their death glares. Around here, the signs always said “seniors and immuno-compromised people”. How do they know you don’t have some invisible condition? (This opinion is based on the fact that you’re a person who obviously gives a damn, and not the inconsiderate person you’re worried about being.)

I’ve been on the Internet for decades, and the argument has always, always, been: “[Price they’re charging] is outrageous! A fair price would be [half of that]”. And then enough people pay [price], proving to everyone involved that, in fact, they value it at [price].

I’m not sure it’s been credited here, but Gwyn’s poem (which we’ve heard before) is “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley; it’s the source of “I am the master of my soul”.

Upfronts have traditionally been in May, but between Covid and the new TV landscape in general I don’t know what the deal is now.

The greatest and densest set of fake trailers (teasers, I guess) is the dozen or so at the end of 22 Jump Street, which is itself a fine self-aware comedy (“So we’re just going to do the same shit again?” “YES!!”) but the teasers had me unable to breathe from laughing.