Funny thing about that monologue; my dad had a springer spaniel who picked up a pheasant once but the bird didn't go limp, it shook, hard. The dog got feathers in the back of her throat and never picked up another bird, she'd only point them out.

Don't go to bed Hungary.

Did it keep him from jogging?

The show’s humor isn’t traditionally setup-punchline, so much as it is like something out of Samuel Beckett

You're scared, I know. I would be too. Because I've got you in my soft mouth, and you're not dead, not yet.

Hey, you guys kicked off Wilfred, and Mr. and Mrs. Murder has some fun banter.

I kinda wished they included a snare-high hat hit when Digg said "clear."

Okay, I'm not through the entire episode yet, but on the water-slapping:

That scene was a bit odd. My dog barked at that dog barking. That dog must have military discipline. (Mine doesn't.)

I'm kind of hoping Norman uses the belt as a grappling hook like Luke Skywalker in the Death Star in order to escape Shelby.

What was Norman watching on TV? Some black and white movie, or was it an old TV show?

I had that Garanimals shirt when I was a runt. And again in college. It's a classic.

* Re: the journal — maybe it's just a metaphor for how everything in this town gets swept under the carpet

And the sublimated Nornormaman.

I wish Wisconsin were better known for Bob La Follette and Orson Welles than Ed Gein and Jeffery Dahmer.

I hope that flashback comes soon. As it stands, we're left with missing pieces about why Norman is the way he is, and the only pieces we have come from his experiences in this town. I think you're right, there is more to Norman's background than we've been shown, but the stingier they are with that background, the…

There are some strange parallels between Bates Motel and Top of the Lake. Both feature outsiders stuck into the middle of a weirdly insular town; both feature power-mad old boys networks with some bad sexual mojo centered on rape; both feature fragile, unsteady protagonists whose families are more harm than help; both…

Right now it seems like you have a monomaniacal need to sit in leather chairs and sip scotch.

…I'm boyd bored now. Sorry Deborah, I hijacked your thread and threw the passenger out the door with a faulty parachute.

Rude Boyd