The Untexting sounds like a really boring horror film.

Not so different from Westworld.

Correction: You fixed the title to make sense in terms of mutant spiders. The actual title was Eight Legged Freaks, meaning that there are eight freaks, each of whom has at least one leg.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail did a great voice-over version of this for Arthur assembling his knights. “And Sir Robin, the not-quite-as-brave as Sir Lancelot....”

* So Villanelle’s family are flat-earther, lizard-people-believing, Elton John cultists? Figures.

Go to Jail actually works here.

Also Chinese. But not Elvish.

* I liked how Villanelle’s robe exactly matched her crappy cake. What are the odds of that?

And I remember it was a big deal at the time that she dared to do those nude scenes at the Hollywood-ancient age of 45.

My partner’s favorite fantasy is having sex with a copy of herself—but the copy has a penis and is sort-of male. Maybe that fantasy isn’t as strange as I thought.

*Interesting symmetry: In their first encounter in this episode, Eve is drunk and Carolyn is in control. Later, Carolyn is drunk and Eve is in control. Also, both Eve and Villanelle react with visceral intensity on hearing that the other is active and alive.

The quick shift back to an almost-normal timeline after the Pearl Harbor attack, Roosevelt’s re-election, and the inevitable military victory surprised me a bit in the novel, but I put that down to the story being seen through the eyes of a small boy. At that age, as long as things are more or less OK at home and…

* The fact that Michael Mando’s character demands that he play it so cool and near-expressionless shows what and excellent actor he is; within those limits, he conveys volumes of emotion and intention.

Craft beer can be every bit as nuanced and subtle as fine wine. Please retract.

A lot of the rise and subsequent decline in crime and be explained by simple demographics. The baby boomers were then in the 16-24 bracket that is responsible for a disproportionate amount of crime. To some degree, the population simply aged out of it.

I grew up in another Texas town of which I’ll only say it has 4 letters and begins with “w”. We got 3 stations (ABC, CBS and NBC... plus occasional PBS if the weather was especially good.)

It was definitely “Guera”. Some of you might remember Beck’s album Guero.

Sort of like Spider-Man?

Makes me feel sad for the rest.

You had 5 stations? That’s what was known as a “privileged background.”