He's a GREAT reader. So is Joe Hill. I'm always really impressed by writers who read very well. It's an entirely different talent.

Did you know that it's an irrefutable law of the universe that anyone who starts a comment with "uhh" or "um" looks like a massive douche?

When a famous person blatantly plagiarizes not once but twice in a highly public setting, stealing both times from highly public sources, is it safe to assume they want to get caught? It's either a weird, deliberate form of self-destruction, or the product of glue-huffing levels of stupidity, right?

There is definite splooshage going on in that picture.

I would hysteria-laugh for five minutes straight without producing any words if I got to stand that close to Idris Elba. Then, I'd probably panic and kick him in the shin.

I will die if I cannot have that dress. Except not in white, because I eat like Cookie Monster and come home every day from work with pen marks all over my hands and face even if I don't touch any pens.

YES.

I shouted those questions at my TV, for reals. But with some swear words.

LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

As long as you don't dig dong, it's nbd.

Damn. That perfectly describes my AHS experience. I keep trying to tell myself this season won't end up being the pitiful mess that last season was. By the end of last season, I was so uninvested in it I didn't even watch the final episode.

I want him to resume his role as a judge on The Good Wife, but to play the part as Sterling.

She does. I basically wanted to rip every single thing Effie wore right off her body.

Myrtle fucking rocked this episode. When she stole Fiona's jewelry so casually—dismissing half of it as "paste" as she dumped it into her purse—and strolled out of the room, leaving Fiona for dead, I started hopping up and down and clapping my hands. Myrtle wins. Myrtle wins all of the American Horror Stories.

I started slapping my husband's arm like a maniac during Catching Fire when I saw Effie Trinket wearing the same pair.

I got such a crazy fit of the giggles over this episode. Everyone asking, "Where's the help in this house?" over and over again was so over-the-top silly. The help have been dead or missing for like a solid week, and no one even noticed. Awesome. Awesome writing. It's so damn dopey I love it like I loved the…

Agreed, Myrtle wins, (elegantly gloved) hands-down.

That might be the only way this season can redeem itself for me now.

Actually, I take that back. It should probably be named American Horror Story: Rape, Rape, and More Rape.

I did too. Everything was going so strong for a while there. Then came the first Axeman episode, and it turned into a jumbled mess and has been shambling along ever since.