I’d probably have kept playing (my non-football sport) if that were the case for me. Kudos to that coach.

Well, it is BBC America...

At one point I believe Angua even asks Cheery about shaving the beard and Cheery is aghast because it’s so undwarfish an idea. The combination of “not a typical dwarf” and “very much a dwarf” was important to the character, and me as a reader.

I’m a huge fan of Discworld, especially the Watch and I’m still cautiously optimistic despite the differences. It’s similar to how I loved Going Postal the book and then the show didn’t have BS Johnson’s mail machine or Gryle and still ended up being an entertaining evening. 

Having worked at a bunch of colleges, the story of the athletes and their views still resonates with me. I’ve known a lot of kids that got an entirely useless degree because, while it was largely covered by a scholarship, their selections were limited by coaches/administrators. I’ve even seen DIII coaches, with no…

Just commenting to add in that, as a majorly depressed kid in a blue collar town, the fact I was one of the College Bound! ones was all that registered...as long as the grades were good, it was just “eccentric” and “you know, nerds are weird” and not “hey, this kid wants to die because of major issues.”

I’m really fascinated by this. In my family growing up, both my sibling and I (different genders) were expected to behave in the way you describe. In our case, it was because my mother had an unstable childhood and had no concept of how to raise children, but wanted to put a veneer on everything so we looked like an…

I have to admit the lowest and most predictable delight as this story keeps unfolding. It’s about the stupidest thing to get caught doing, and then every time they deny and double down...ah, sweet schadenfreud.

Your third point--so much. That kid really does deliver. I have no idea if it’s acting, directing, or just that the show went past characters into cardboard cutouts, but he sells it. 

This show has gone from must-watch to on-in-the-background, so I can’t disagree with your main point, but I didn’t think they botched it entirely. Maybe because I’m dealing with aging parent stuff myself, without Phil’s resources to just drop everything and hop a plane, but the mundane “are you okay” stuff (admittedly …

Very nice coverage.

Yeah, that’s my in-laws. The serfs exist to fulfill their whims. If you try to remind them that these are actual people with jobs, and not property, they get huffy about “then they should get better jobs” or somesuch.

I can’t even remember what the other premiere was that night that made us set aside time to have a nerd night in law school, but I will always remember the confusion and checking the tv guide to make sure this was the time slot and I hadn’t missed something.

The actual answer is probably some kids movie my mom made me go to when I was too old for it, but Howard the Duck is what sticks out in my mind. I would have been 11 or 12 and I remember being disappointed because I was so gung ho on seeing it and then it let me down.

Ditto. I love a good, thoughtful genre flick, but I also enjoy some controlled chaos and an excuse to eat some popcorn on a night out. 

I’m at least glad to hear someone else remembers this one...I watched it more than was possibly healthy as a small child. 

I’ll take this with a shaker of salt.

I think there’s a lot of room to do something good here. I’m sure Disney/ABC will rush something together half-finished and then we’ll have 10,000 think pieces on why Inhumans 2.0 failed and superheroes are done.

I get the letters aren’t real and the advice is near-ironically always about increasing the tipping percentage, to draw clicks...but I enjoy this column. Some of this is stupid and fluff, but I appreciate a modern-day etiquette column in the guise of tip promotion.

The strange thing is, hearing these stories my brain somehow defaults to a 1970s imagery of bad-old-times, although I lived through the exact things in the neon 1990s but some part of me reasons “oh, things were better by when you were a teen...” even with explicit facts to the contrary in another part of my brain.