I was waiting for Chuck to have his meltdown in the banking commission office when the rug is pulled out from under him. I was even prepared to feel sorry for him.

It's not, really. Neither are any other sports. I just like reading your comments.

I don't think there's room for a fan in Jimmy's nail-salon office.

I agree with Tease87. In fact, "lyrical" was the word that came to mind.

My first and last names are so common I might as well be Mary Smith. I keep hoping I'll get linked to the credit report of someone with the same name who has better credit than I do.

Nope, nor Geena Davis, nor any other celebrities.

Absolutely. The snarky among us refer to those people as "re-test candidates."

I'm in Mensa. Being in Mensa doesn't mean you're smart, it means that at least once in your life, you did well on a standardized test. There are lots of stupid people in Mensa.

Up until 6 and 7, which were awful, season 3 was the one most hated by dedicated fans.

Cornetto trilogy

I liked that Stan was so clearly enjoying the time with Henry. He smiled and laughed and everything.

One thing I've noticed, that makes me more and more impressed with the show, is that the scenes with Russian dialog aren't rushed, so there's plenty of time to read the subs without missing any of the visuals.

Seasons 1 and 2 of SoA were great. Just, you know, stop there.
All you need to know about the rest of the series is that pretty much everybody dies.

I come here to Philip on puns.

And Martha's wedding ring.

Why did Stan not find Martha and Clark's wedding photo and Martha's wedding ring?

Does Martha think Clark is married? I think I missed that.

It's the little things: Right before Elizabeth calls Paige, Paige looks at the clock and it's just before 1:30. When Paige is on the phone with Elizabeth, we can see her wristwatch, and it says 1:30. They didn't have to do that; either the clock or the watch would have been sufficient.

I doubt what I saw was as fast and dizzying and unworkable as the test here, but it was pretty bad.

My fantasy workplace shooting involves a Super Soaker full of ink and cat poop.