I know she’s a psychopathic serial killer, but I hate the way the handler talks to Villanelle. Twenty bucks says he’s gruesomely killed before the end.

Hats off to casting that all those nekkid pledges had very presentable butts.

I remember seeing her in one of those celebrity-goes-to-another-country-and-talks-about-the-environment or saving animals or something. All I recall is the elephant handler got pretty handsy with her and she just giggled and brushed him off and I thought, “Damn, I bet you’ve got a lot of practice doing that.”

I think he was angry a Elizabith, but knew it was 50/50 whether she’d just kill him.  

When I was young, dumb, and teaching in Spain and internet access was not ubiquitous, I was supposed to meet up with some friends in Rabat (Morrocco) a week after they got there. I went to the booked hotel only to find a note saying, “Call us at *Spanish number* when you get this*. Turns out they’d gone to Rabat,…

Did Hector kill all those folks at the spa by himself?

This interview just confirms that Amber and I are soul-best friends. I will have to loiter outside Dad’s Garage until we run into each other and let fate take its course.

He is such a better person than the man he was when she chose Michael.

Oh, yeah. If you’re in the mood for an ugly cry, go back and watch all their interactions after you know he knows. “Last time she’ll say she only wants me, last time she talks about our future, last time her family thinks of us as a couple, last time she says she love me . . . “ *sniffle*

Also, I’m sad they cut the scenes of Rogelio storming the nearest Party City wedding decoration aisle and River barking at all the conscripted labor/wedding guests about the quality of their paper chains.

I don’t think he was avoiding talking to her using sex—or, at least, not totally. He believes he is making love with Jane for the last time.

I yelled at the TV, “‘Foot in it’ is not literal!!”

Romcom movies are so much worse than the best romcom books out these days, I don’t usually bother.

I teared up at the chemo buddy’s passing . . . but a man taking on a job that’s not ideal because being with his family and supporting his significant others’ dreams is more important?!? So. Many. Tears.

I’m just glad that in an apocalyptic future, we can at least look forward to effortless messy buns with beachy waves and off-shoulder chunky knits.

I think we’re number two in the states in terms of filming locations. Seems like I can’t walk anywhere downtown without ending up in the background of “Little Women: ATL” or the like.

Every single self-righteous thing Stan said this episode, I mentally added in his voice, “Unlike that time I shot that innocent medical student in the head while he took a bite of his quarter-pounder with cheese.”

For the architecture, I agree, but the plant life was throwing me off with the big palmettos . . . then again Serenbe looks like a whole different world and it’s still in Fulton County.

The only positive for letter two has got to “the sex is bananas,” right?

There’s some mumbo jumbo in my state’s (Georgia) regulations that allows these places to get taxpayer funds. It’s enraging. Then I get distracted by systematic racism or a giant pothole and I forget to call about this one. Such is democracy.