“You need cornmeal!!” I yelled, to my empty living room. 

CxG for me. The production values, unique point of view and period jokes are best in television.

I’m so sorry, y’all . . . how fucking stressful! Capitalism gives zero shits about anyone. If anyone needs a resume tune-up, let me know (that’s part of my job.) I’d consider it fair trade for years of entertainment.

That stereo set up caught my eye, too. Wasn’t sure if the busted phone was hers, since she seemed to use it only for music.

I’m sure it’s chock full of evil, but—holy real estate porn— Adora’s house is gorgeous.

I don’t want to think too much about how I thought while watching her with her mini-bottles, “Jesus, Camille, your car’s a piece of shit, but you must be salaried, buy bulk, woman!!”

Could I email an accounting of the four hours I spend talking about “Westworld’ vs. the one hour or so I spend staring at HBO? Sometimes feels like my part-time job.

I find Michelle Buteau funny and charming, so I was disappointed that the sound quality for her part wasn’t good. There were some interesting camera choices for the other sections. I wonder if these are the Netflix director tryouts or something?

“Pies of Rage” is my new band name. 

My friends in college made unending mockery of my love of that show and when they got into it years later, I made them buy me drinks by threatening spoiler . . . it’s the long con that counts. 

I am in favor of anything that keeps him fed until the inevitable “Orphan Black: All Dance Party” reunion show happens.

Hello 80’s, this is a voice from the future . . . “Preserve those tapes. We will watch the hell out of multiple stereotypes somewhat break dancing.”

I’m glad to see “Killing Eve” on here, it was just so much fucking fun! So many of the shows I’ve liked this year were pretty bleak and that one was like a haute couture roller coaster with a great soundtrack.

So if I just program hard enough, Logan can be my system interface?

It’s Princeton, dude. You don’t go for the education, you go for the connections. Some Hollywood kid being sent there will know a celeb who can advocate for her status with Trump and *boom* citizen. It’s the magic of the Ivies. Then she can work on Wall St. It’s the American dream.

Hanks and Pullman always struck me as different versions of “nice” in this movie. I knew who I was supposed to root for and went with it. I actually thought Stewart’s Mike was a better long-term prospect in “Philadelphia Story.” My mother would’ve looked at a man like Carey Grant, shake her head and sigh, “You know…

My favorite Antoni recipe is when he sat back and let southern African American ladies make the macaroni salad just like they had since before he was born.

I can only listen to Chapo once or twice a month. It makes me want to quit my job and rise up, til I recall Type 1 diabetics go south real fast without insulin.

Well, dammit. I was really hoping Emily was part of some robot rights group instead of just looking for her nutty dad.

I presume the contract negotiations with Viceland broke down as Mero suggested they suck his dick from the back.