Yeah, at the point where Diane was musing on all the ways a wedding planner would be involved I was at "I have no idea what this person does" and then when the mock trail got into the economic harms of having to have a wedding planner I was well into "I have no idea what people in this world do."

I do think it's important to distinguish between sex and marriage in this case, though, given that marriage is a performative act.

That would work, but middle brow presbolutheran is canonical, and, to me at least, hilarious.

I actually liked that bit, I thought - given the Godfather style montage - that it was a more or less intentional take on the way a certain nostalgic ideal of Catholic life gets preserved in popular media. Though, to be fair, my great aunt's west coast parish was doing the waffle dinners and bingo nights thing well…

Ah, I like the episode:
"And then St. Peter turned back into a lamppost and that's how I became a priest."

For me it's really hard to beat the simple but eternally useful:
"Oh, short answer "yes" with an "if," long answer "no" with a "but."

Good…? Is that a thing? It can't be a thing. That would be such a cool thing.

Sometimes you can get some good Italian deli meats.

See, I was never even sure whether she was with Walt first, or the other guy, or even if the two relationships had anything to do with each other except in the most general sense. It just seemed like Walt had a weird relationship with her on the merits, and then there was the class/academic status thing.

I don't think it's ever clearly articulated, no. There clearly seemed to be some sort of triangle (though I could not figure out the timeline on it) and then there's a conversation between Walter and Gretchen that seemed to indicate there was some sort of class/academic prestige angle where Walter left the…

A good friend who gives very bad advice once told me that the way to teach adults to ride a bike was to get them started on a unicycle, "No one laughs when you fall off of a unicycle!"

Well on that level…

Yeah, that series had just some phenomenal stuff in it.

Eh, escapees and outlaws are distinct groups even if both shows contained elements of the other.

I'm fine with not having Serenity, actually.

According to ladies and Renaissance era prelates I know, much can be excused for a sufficient supply of pikemen.

So much chagrin.

"Also…" - don't say Pam, don't say Pam, don't say Pam, don't say Pam - "…Malory."

Eeeeeugh, ugh.
Oh, yes, the feeling of relief is palpable.

Man, I didn't resent them for their idiocy, at least, not for that.