Leftover House Special fried rice, chicken on a skewer, two squares of a Godiva dark chocolate raspberry bar, this cute little 200 ml thing of Fireball whiskey.

That managed to be even gayer than Matthew's introductory episode, the SUPER gay Kaiseki. STAY MAD, BOO-BOO.

It is Mindy. She's probably thinking of Huntsman or maybe Perry.

"Public female hysteria" still being on the books is some fine commentary.

I was so hyped I was literally narrating the scene to someone who wasn't even there: "HE HAS A MECHANICAL ARM IN EVERY DIMENSION WE'VE SEEN, SO WE'VE BEEN SPECULATING FOR AGES HOW HE'D LOSE IT…."

As someone who developed tinnitus within the last year under far less interesting circumstances than shootings in close quarters, kudos to whoever worked on that sound. It was so much like my own it was straight up unsettling.

Speaking of depression, being able to completely understand what Pete Campbell is talking about ("Am I even alive?") is deeply unnerving.

The suit was ugly!

All the single babies
(All the single babies)

Aww.

I really should be thinking of Ginger Snaps, but all I can see is Doomsday's shitty Being Human wife.

All that rebirth, just in time for Easter.

Listen, Hannibal, you know damn well that when I ask for a brunette with a speech impediment, I'm asking for Matthew Brown! STOP MONKEYPAWING ME!

I figured it would slide into a Candle Cove mashup.

You know this is just louder -

ANY! ANY! ANY!

I've figured out why he bothers me. He's a shitty looking Vincent D'Onofrio, even though VDO went through a period where he was a shitty looking version of himself.

GOD I MISS PIZZA PARTIES.

I have a limit.

Anything that gets Amber Tamblyn back in my life on a regular basis. She's been popping up sporadically, and it's whet my appetite for a more permanent situation.