"Truth Doesn't Make A Noise" has a pretty special place in my heart.

Seriously, what the fuck was up with that 5.5 for Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea? I read that bullshit review years later and it reminded me of going to buy that album in a now-defunct hipster record store:

Creative Man Ass Handler?

Everybody read up:

You made it 1:45 seconds longer than I did.

I know you didn't just ask AHS for consistency, did you?

I concede that Vol. 2 is the superior film, but since it was conceived and filmed as one movie I meant to refer to both installments.

Exactly. In Coven, Murphy and Falchuk never embraced anything. It was like watching a child with ADD play with a room full of toys, one by one, for about five minutes a piece before dropping them far from where they were and picking up the next one.

Kill Bill is a near-masterpiece. Tarantino compressed a litany of genres and cinephile in-jokes and camp thrills into an eye-popping samurai/kung fu/DePalma/Western Frankenstein and made you love it by never forgetting to entertain and actually giving a shit about the characters.

Inland Empire is completely incomprehensible batshit insanity but it's also rapt and interesting and genuinely unsettling. Coven was just dull and senseless. The only element of suspense for me was wondering if the back half of the season would produce something as heinous as "Head".

So my nemesis switched my regular Coke with Diet Coke, knowing I'm allergic to aspartame. My throat swelled up, and I collapsed into the open coffin in my living room. But it's OK because it turns out The Conversion of Artificial Sweetener is the final test of my abilities and I've risen from the grave allergy-free. …

While it's an interesting reading of the LaLaurie Roots deprogramming as an A Clockwork Orange-referencing satire on the whitewashing of America's racial past, Dyuss-Nugent fails to mention that it is set against the simultaneous slaughter of many black people by a white man and scored to the strains of an old Negro…

The same applies to Inland Empire but I'm still fascinated by it.

I hadn't thought of that. You're almost certainly right.

Cheers, Bender. I still want him actually on the fucking show, though.

The Fiona/Robbie thing was credible but depressing. The pertinent question: WHERE THE FUCK IS IAN?

Six Feet Under handled that beautifully. Never to be seen again, of course, but 5 good seasons of it are out there nonetheless.

No doubt. Enormously sexy in an unfussy, unneurotic way which, in this age of cringe comedy, does not happen very often.

I must have said "Patrick, shut the fuck up!" half a dozen times tonight. He's still adorable, though.

At this point, Coven makes me whine like an eight year-old. This season should have been soooooo fun and instead it's soooooo boring when it's not just clueless and offensive.