I get you.

I quite enjoyed Chapter Two, even though I agree with the flaws pointed out here. The opening was hard to get through, even though I’ve known to expect it since reading the book 20 or so years ago.

Right? I couldn’t believe that in the entire A Quiet Place universe there wasn’t one redneck with a leaf-blower and a ‘hold-my-beer’ attitude.

I saw that show in Tampa! First time I’d seen NIN live and was hoping it would be a great lifetime memory. The show was amazing until they took a break and my now-ex chose to inform me that Robin Williams died. Wanker. 

I’m sure they will. The big one that comes to mind that Wendy would be brilliant for exploring would be Aileen Wuornos but I don’t think they caught her until the 90s. That’s a long time for Wendy to hang in the basement.

I hate these fucking clowns so much.

I remember hearing the same. Blew my mind.

I like to cook, and I like to cook for my dates.

Agreed.

I think the sidelining of Carr is to show how institutions remained Boys Clubs despite attempts to change them. Everybody waves their little ‘we’re progressive!’ flag when a woman gets hired, but nothing internal changes, and all the resistance against her wears her down and pushes her out. Tench and Ford respect her…

I’m with you on how her death impacts more than a lot of others.

Here in Florida the only snakes I worry about are Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnakes, coral snakes*, water moccasins... probably some others I am forgetting.

That is an upsettingly big creature, but knowing spiders as I do I have to wonder...

Tench’s kid’s plot is interesting to me because it’s landing solidly in the gray area Wendy discusses with Gregg when he’s first coming on board.

That article was fascinating as a read on a man who, as a result of a profession in which he was hit in the head a lot and whose memory might not be so great, is trying to reconcile his proximity to a very dangerous situation.

Aren’t these things called coconut crabs because they also climb trees and crack open the coconuts with their claws? 

I wonder if this guy grew up in Florida? Speaking as a native, his critter-wrangling skills ain’t shit.

I cannot properly express to you my disappointment upon finding that Twin Peaks was a breastaurant and not affiliated with the Lynch series.

I always thought of them as the place dads take sons too young for strip clubs. Kind of early training for later variations of male bonding.

They were supposed to open one here in Orlando and ... didn’t.