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I never tried to think about Westworld that much, but I ruined it for myself by reading recaps and comments online. Sometimes I think that television was more enjoyable before it began to be discussed to death in comment threads. And yet, I can’t stay away from the online discourse.

Hmm. It felt like nothing to me. Like someone was licking my elbow.

Pretty much. I have relatives like this, and to call them backwards and willfully ignorant is putting it nicely.

They did call the police, but it took 45 minutes for them to show up. and the woman was gone by then.

Isn’t country music based on violent alcoholism?

Yes, we like to get together and make up stories about harassment. Good times.

Trendy ethnic backgrounds? Ah yes, Croatio-Ugandans are so hot right now. We must find ourselves one of those, Jeeves. The other technocrats will be so impressed.

Gross. To me, that indicates a maturity problem as well.

Yes. The only bad thing that ever happened is that sometimes you’d be waiting for your friend to show up somewhere, and you wouldn’t know if they were late or if something happened and they weren’t coming. Sometimes you would find a payphone and call them, only to get an answering machine. So you’d wait for 45 minutes

All I remember about Prodigy is my brother and I posting the dumbest questions we could think of in the pet owner forums and thinking we were hilarious. Good times!

I was blissfully unaware of her existence until today, and I wish to return to that innocent time.

One of the benefits of being an old is that I was in the clubs during the real House era.

So you’re not buying anything then?

Swoon.

If only.

Hey, that’s how I tie my scarf! Who knew I was all fancy and shit!

My family tree has quite a few Augusts.

Considering that children tend to rebel against their parents, I think Balthazar will be a banker, which will create confusion when he tries to make reservations at the restaurant Balthazar

People don’t like change. He’s the familiar, soothing voice of morning mediocrity.

Ok, now picture her cute little son sitting next to her also coloring in his little prince’s coloring book, and it gets a lot more bearable.