Seriously. The best thing about being the middle child is that we don't have to do shit, but they love us anyway.

It's Terror from the Year 5000, and it was my first MST3K. So while I had to correct you, make no mistake that I 100% agree with you.

More frightening to me are my racist cousins and right-wing HS acquaintances. At least my aunts are in their 60's and 70's! I see some of the shit my otherwise reasonable-enough cousin Barbara Anne posts, and I just can't conceive of someone who grew up in the same era as me (or later) swallowing that crap.

While I agree the scene was unpleasant, I think the point was for us to initially think the Kindred (who, after all, was on the side of the good guys last time we saw him) was protecting the girl, only to discover that he was a murderous psycho. Of course, this clashes with our protagonists just letting him walk off…

For a second there I thought the Kindress was Betsy Ross, or at least her skull (they shared some bone structure), and thought, "Okay, so this is the payoff. It's not much of a payoff, but at least it's a payoff." But I guess not.

The relationship between Lorelei and Emily is both the best mother/daughter relationship on TV and the last mother/daughter relationship I would ever actually want to be a part of. Don't even get me started on Richard (*sob*).

Ouch. Well, at least (s)he got a Yeats collection out of it!

She's got to be pretty invested in splitting Liv and Major back up, right? Not necessarily because she wants Major (though I do think that's part of it), but because eventually Major and Liv are going to realize that his Max Rager handler and her roommate are the same person. It's not like Liv's boyfriend wouldn't be…

Yeah, I worked at a polling center briefly when I was an undergrad too. It was terrible. I hate talking on the phone, and I hate bothering people, so it was exactly my circle of Hell. I do remember having a nice conversation with an old man about fishing, but all in all I only lasted two weeks before I decided…

Kim ruled One World with like Hypnotoad powers. There's no other explanation. She was impeccable.

Hey, you're catching a lot of flack, so I just wanted to say it's okay not to know about something, and it's okay to ask other people about something even when that something is easily self-researched. Serial is a (free) podcast, and its first season got a lot of attention and was very interesting, covering the murder…

I started listening right around when the last installment came out, so I listened to them all straight through on a trip from TN to LA. I found it fascinating, for what it's worth!

Well, yeah, but I guess I figured that wasn't his only scientist. To be honest, though, I don't really remember the scientist getting zombified to begin with, so my credibility is shaky.

Maybe it affected her more because she was emotionally vulnerable (Major's rejection, birthday, etc.), and it amped up her missing Peyton and her old life?

I did find it interesting, though, that (apparently) Steven Weber doesn't know that eating zombie brains = zombie visions, despite the mad scientist laboratory research.

Eh, I ended up springing for a tiny but all-to-myself hotel room cubicle thing (as opposed to a hostel) and just spent the night reading. I realize that's incredibly lame, but I got into Limerick somewhat late, had an early flight, and was honestly just kind of over new experiences by that point (I should stress that…

Yeah, I spent my last night in Ireland in Limerick, partly because it was close to Shannon and partly because I liked the name. It was . . . not awesome.

Men's Rights Advocate. You know, because won't someone think of the men?

Earlier this week I watched my cats play with a stuffed mouse toy only to gradually realize that it was actually a mouse corpse. In my living room.

In Tell Tale's Walking Dead video game (season 2), you play a little girl named Clementine, and the other characters are always like, "I'll scout ahead with Clem," or "Clem can do it!" I spent a lot of that game shouting, "I'm EIGHT!" at my TV.