It's been mentioned a couple of times, but on the trip to the Stoneheart Group (snicker)…okay. They've seen you before, you know they've seen you, and not only do you not so much as put on a hat to disguise yourself, you actually look directly at the security camera in the lobby? You are just the absolute worst,…

God damn it, show. NEVER, EVER SHOW ME EPH'S O-FACE EVER AGAIN.

Given her informed-attribute hacking skills, I've started calling her Girl Who's a Drag on the Group.

Bread Guy died as he lived: with a stupid mullet.

I actually took notes on this week's episode (because I am just that sad) and my note when Fet shot Jim was: "Fet, you are a problem-solving motherfucker."

Oh my, yes. "What happened to the worms?" "I don't know."

They'll have a knife thrower, but instead of a lady, his target will be a rotating wheel of poorly-thought-out and barely-connected plot points that will then be used to map out the season.

David J. Peterson has my dream job. Clearly the only reasonable course is to raise an army, burn his car to the ground, and seize his job and office for the glory of House Example.

You're every welcome, Valerie.

I loved this episode, and especially the ButterBot ("Welcome to the club, pal").

At least you're just doing it in a log file. Lately, I've had the urge to preface my questions in professional-type academic seminars with "I'M MISTER MEESEEKS! LOOK AT ME!".

Great. Now I'm singing "blow job slab" to the tune of "NORMAL VIEW!" from the MST3K movie. "Blow job slab! Blow job SLAB! Blow job SLAAAAAAAAB!"

I said this elsewhere in the comments, but if this turns out to be a cosmic horror Southern Gothic detective story, I will personally head up the convoy that drives to HBO headquarters to give them ALL THE MONEY.

Oh my good lord, YES. If this turns out to be a mind-bending story of sanity-destroying truths masquerading as a police procedural, I will not only send HBO every dime I have, I will go steal the dimes of everyone in a two-mile radius.

I'll always have a soft spot for Love and Monsters, largely because of the closing speech from Elton:

One thing kept bugging me while watching Rick and Carl foraging and barricading the house (and later, while watching Carl playing Backwards Walker, Texas Ranger):

(Gah. Double post. Had some weirdness setting up my account.)