I spazzed the fuck out with Dean Cain and Helen Slater. Like, I literally screamed out loud "DEAN CAIN!!!" and I wanted to run a victory lap around my block.

I'm grouchy and cynical and i LOOOOOOOVED this. Love it. I whooped and hollered and screamed and squealed and I can't wait for next week. The *only* weak point is the lovelorn IT guy bestie. I'm tired of the try-hard guys moping after the girl of their dreams. Kara and Jimmy (excuse me, *James*) Olsen crackle. …

"Alacrity" means "speed".

You think telling someone to dial back hours of childish abuse is "trolling"? And you think publicly harassing / abusing that person in turn is admirable behavior? Yikes. You're a scary person.

He's definitely at risk of becoming just a comic foil for Abbie, less clownishness by him and a little more acumen. The man was involved in the entire plotting of the American Revolution, he's no dope.

With the question of how Annalise got the tape aired in court, I feel like they're setting up a scenario where Oliver gets found out as the hacker and put in legal jeopardy where hey'll either have to throw Connor under the bus to save himself OR Annalise will jump in to help him out, but use him as leverage to keep…

Maybe they're really big fans of Absolutely Fabulous.

Hawley hooked him up (the one time he was useful) after Ichabod got carded at a local bar and couldn't drink a beer because he had no ID.

Yeah I agree there, I think it re-set Abbie & Ichabod's banter back to S1-level casual intimacy so in that regard its valuable as a narrative device. I'm just not a fan of the character, or at least the actress (although what I DO like is that she's not a TV-show beauty-queen; she's an ordinarily-pretty woman so mad…

Hawley was someone having a mid-life crisis writing themselves into the script.

Its such a lazy retcon.

That is how some people deal with stress. My dad handled his father's passing away by scrubbing the cleaning the entire house.

Scream, cry, gnash teeth, rend garments, and put ashes in my hair most likely. I loathe Bones. The first two seasons were good, when all the characters were weird and kind of unpleasant. The instant that fakey-mcfakerson romance BS reared its head I was out.

FIIIIIINALLY an episode that actually made me happy to watch the show instead of cringing (S2) or just being depressed at imminent cancellation (S3 up til now). I credit Guillermo Navarro, who is Guillermo del Toro's cinematographer, for setting the mood and creating an appropriately scary bogeyman (I legit screamed…

I think that's his best friend, he looks to be of an age.

The plot is too tangled. If I need a whiteboard to keep track of a Sunday night watch-while-I'm-doing-my-ironing TV show, count me out.

Its the inverse of VIKINGS, or I guess the aftermath. Still a little fast and loose with history, but the same key players are there.

"He's naked!"
"It was necessary."
"He has a branch up his arse!"
"That is why he is naked."

It doesn't, he's in Tarrytown Psych.

I heard through the grapevine that a number of writers left prior to or during S2, including most of the black writers on staff, as a result in the pivot in focus from Abbie & Ichabod to Ichabod & Katrina and oh yeah there's this woman named Abbie who shows up sometimes.