Hey, at least no Armisen or Kaling!
Yet.

If I see horses, desert, or cowboy hats I'm out.

Starkiller base looks like a butt. Later on, it looks like an angry butt due to too much Taco Bell.
Sorry for the visual you'll never shake now.

I didn't recognize the person in that photo as Tom Petty until I read your comment just now. Where'd the guy in my newest Creem magazine go???

How is it that Wookies have names they themselves are unable to say?

How is it that Wookies have names they themselves are unable to say?

I know (also a host of CBS' morning show who tends to not get it when guests make a sarcastic joke.)

Gayle King?

I'll bet they used Boylston Street as the model for all the stations.
And I really hope I can venture somehow to the loud party house across the street from me in real life, not too far from Diamond City, and rocket launcher it into (salvageable) bits.

SNL did a better job years ago with their 'True Hollywood Story' sketch. Tim Meadows with his enhanced Stewie Griffin-shaped head as Franklin… wonderful.

Voted up for the 'seriously, you people can't shoot them in the head as you're leaving them to be eaten?!?' rant.

I just don't think it'd be possible to be as conscious as Glenn was while long strings of bloody sausage casings were being pulled out of him; he just didn't react like one imagines a person would (namely, convulsive movements and screams of pain, not horror, shortly before just being, you know, dead) but he DOES…

I gave it an A. This is not a thing I generally say about things because it usually makes me roll my eyes and snark, but the feeling of love in the room was incredible; just on this to give it less than an A would be wrong.
But also, none of the sketches sucked. NONE!
A for A-Game.

I just assumed it would be so much better than it actually was; namely, a Melissa McCarthy episode with a funnier host.
I want to know the story behind the McKinnon/Shumer eye contact conversation during the bridal shower sketch.
And I want Bill Hader back.

Massacre was correct. Sure, "people change," but that wasn't Cordelia. No matter what she happened to be wearing, I only ever saw mom jeans (and that is a PARTIAL metaphor.) The Cordy-you-remember lines they'd give her here and there only compounded it; you heard 'Manalo Blahniks' and 'Shopping' but you never really…

And…. finished. Evidently - my reaction at the end when Netflix went back to NOT show another episode on the way, was "Wait….. WHAT?"
Fantastic finale, fantastic season, and my first tears shed since way back in season one (what can I say? Doomed lovers make me cry.)

Quite a coincidence that this article turns up today; after years of catching episodes here and there I finally decided to binge Angel over the last couple of weeks. I didn't watch Buffy first-run, only came to it after turning hardcore Browncoat, and the the episodes of Angel I'd seen always seemed to end with…

I used to wonder if Tom Hanks (who is a god in my book as a Beatles/Springsteen/Star Trek uber fan, among other perfectly wonderful things) has ever done anything awful in his life. The existence of Mr. Haze frees me to wonder other things now.

He's trying to make a splash, the little drip.

Worf is not a muffin man.