I'm so sorry that I have helped you make this fantastic decision. I've lately been rewatching my favorite Doctor Who episodes and have been meaning to sit down and watch Bleak House again with a giant pile of knitting. Oh British TV, you know my heart.

A day later, but Last of the Mohicans is like porn. IT'S BETTER THAN PORN.

I think that's what happened, but I could be totally wrong.

Sorry about the delay. I think the Granthams paid for her cataracts surgery.

I sympathize with her so strongly because I look a lot like her. I have a similar figure, similar bone structure and coloring...and did a similar make up job on myself when I was 16 for prom.

My housemate is convinced that Bates DID kill Vera, and I'm inclined to agree. He's looking all sorts of crazy in jail, although that very well could be wronged innocence/jail conditions.

That was so bullshit. I say it was Lord Grantham and the Dowager's fault for constantly needling Sir Anthony. And Sir Anthony being a coward.

I am very fond of Emily Mortimer, but nothing about her dress, hair, or makeup seems right to me. They all seem like she should fire her stylist, as I believe their consultation went thus, "Let's dress you in an oddly frumpy space dress that does nothing to flatter you. To top it off, we're not even going to do your…

Oh without a doubt! Edith's dress was flippin' gorgeous, while Mary's dress was dreadfully boring. I love Edith. She's becoming my favorite character, poor girl.

You just keep keepin' on with your random. It's a beautiful thing.

I love slightly inane justifications. They are AWESOME.

I like it, because it's pretty light-hearted yet delightfully weird.

Yeah, my father is such a meat and potatoes man. He is never going to be vegetarian.

It's so beautiful. It's everything I had ever dreamed an eggplant with googly eyes would be.

If they're doing humorously (which is possible, I suppose), you should start putting googly eyes on their eggplants.

Christy Turlington is my favorite, although I'm super, super fond of Linda Evangelista. I would like Stephanie Seymour more if her sons weren't giant douche bags. And I wish I didn't know that, because I could continue idolizing Richard Avedon's Vogue pictures of Stephanie for the rest of my life with nary a thought.

Seriously, the only defense that Lord Grantham and Grandma British have is that Sir Anthony is older, but that hardly seems like the worst thing he could be. Come on, she could have fallen for that douchey guy who roofied Branson.

Oh, excellent! I promise to return him in good shape. Well, he's already in good shape, isn't he. Those abdominals. And his fivehead.

And she makes the very compelling argument that all the young men of her status are dead. I loved that her grandmother was on her side there, too. Ain't no one fucks with Shirley MacLaine. Ain't no one.

Can Donald Glover come over for playdates with Danny Pudi? Danny's wife and I have an arrangement, but I wouldn't want him to get too lonely.