As a part-time Philadelphian I can confidently declare that Philadelphians take great pride and pleasure in fully disappointing all you jabroni jagoff jerkweeds, everywhere.

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I never saw or suspected my ex-friend of abusing drugs—he did smoke a lot of pot when he was younger, but once he was married with two kids he abstained—although he did once confess to me not too long before I disassociated myself from him that he was regularly drinking a worrisome amount of alcohol in the evenings…

Mary McKenney: Ditto!

I say let the bastards perish. Good riddance! *wink*

By Jove, I believe the silly lad may be on to something!…

Waaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Indubitably.

Aha! Foisted on my own poop headedness.

"So many possibilities," he repeated with irksome self satisfaction and repulsive smugness.

Take that, Hemingway!

Chase wasn't nearly as cynical or devious as Esmail. Chase was mostly incompetent, or at least not as competent as Esmail. Not hardly.

"When Whiterose starts to ask what is real, I wonder how many of us rolled our eyes."

Aha! Now you've opened a slimy, slippery can of philosophical worms, haven't you. People who struggle with ambiguity, I would demurely suggest, are perhaps failing to appreciate one of life's most irresistibly fascinating and sublimely wondrous aspects, namely its profoundly startling capacity to surprise.

Hitchcock called the plot the McGuffin—a convenient, even bothersome narrative device by which he could explore characters and their emotional and psychological motivations. He was much more interested in the natural phenomenon of mystery, suspicion, paranoia and terror than in simply depicting a contrived, synthetic…

Yeah, the bizarre ordinariness of the suburban ideal in all it's stultifying banality is succinctly embodied in the curiously compelling image of that silly levitating sporting orb.

What I'm mostly critiquing—admittedly crudely and emphatically—is that it really isn't the show that's disappointing to the haughty, indignant naysayers, but that the show has simply failed to meet their expectations of what it could or should be. Rather than patiently, sensibly, wisely allowing the show to dictate…

I had a friend who continually would methodically and somewhat eloquently explain how a particular TV show, movie, book, song, game, comedian, whatever, was so impressively smart, and then he'd just as methodically and somewhat eloquently but snidely nit pick and mock it, with the obvious intent of demonstrating his…

Or a disaster! Non action also requires commitment.

A blatant nod to Spike Jone's Her.