With Nacho in the AMX in the apartment complex parking lot to take Lalo to Change in Plans, Mexico, . . . when and where did he get a chance to alert Mike?

I also noticed someone sprint behind a tree and [apparently] a transformer, when the wrecking crew stopped after firing off all their ammo and doing all their damage in the big car chase, when they got out of their vehicles and convened to exposition.

What would you like to be when you grow up?

And when you’re mazeling the tov, don’t neglect to wuzzle the nubbins.

Wore out Fathers and Sons on my Walkman back in the day.

A commercial fryer with an electric element is a possibility, but I also worked Hardees in the late 80s and we had gas fired fryers. And from what I could piece together, from the scene and inference regarding the LPH business; 1) Gus loosened the gas line at least in fair proximity to the fryer. I inferred from that…

What I can’t figure is how did the burners heat the fryer, but not ignite the loosened gasline? [I already forgave the ‘bubbling’ oil as stagecraft]

No, ‘practical’ fire is accomplished with either a flammable gel [not gasoline, not as volatile] for person-involved burns , or strategically placed burn bars connected to propane lines for static shots/non-living objects such as cars and houses [controlled by gas jet routing mechanisms in the lines].

The narrative might have been leisurely and expositional, but that soundtrack was mesmerizing from start to finish.  I’d put that episode just for background listening with regularity.

Is this about the time I ate that burrito?

Coronavirus, a preview of life changes under an effective GND. . . .

Mmmm = my existence here was created for this episode, apparently.

Man, people type ‘breaks’ when they mean ‘brakes’ so much nowadays, it gives me FoMo on some evolution in grammar.

He’s had that . . . style, for a while now. Saw him on Lights Out a few months ago, and it was even more disheveled.

If there’s a next season, I’d like to see some turf wars between the big johnson community and the long balls community.

That car door thing was, . . . is the word ‘triggering,’ . . . because that precise thing happened to me, except I did it to myself and I didn’t actually lose a phalange.

As an observer, I can limit myself to an eyeroll and a ‘C’mon man.’

Not a cover

It’s more telling, throughout all cinematic portrayal of fire, that more effort isn’t put into a realistic combustion profile. Gasoline, particularly agitated gasoline, combusts in the airborne vapor, not the liquid surface. The instant the boyfriend sparked the lighter, he would have been engulfed in cloud of…

I can appreciate the narrative of the faked mental breakdown to distract the company and security, but it’s tough to get around the niggling lingering fact now that the entire story hinges on the head of security being too rattled to escort the friend five feet out of his office while he dealt with the crisis.