I called last week's episode Night of the Cockblocking Flying Reptiles. This one I'm going to call Night of the Cockblocking Dementia Pathogen. Or Cockblocking Dementia-Inducing Aerosol Germline Engineering Pathogen. Bottom line is, your cockblocking metaphors should be simple and direct.

Oh, I get it now. Me was confused.

I think this is more than a remake - they're taking the elements of the Austen novel and rearranging them around a time travel plot.

If you throw a few sentient robots and virtual intelligences into the mix, you've got a Greg Egan novel right there.

"Mr. McTeigue, we have a job for you."

This episode shall henceforth be known as Night of the Flying Cockblocking Reptiles.

Zombie rape. It'll probably be done in slo-mo. And if we're very, very lucky? Set to Leonard Cohen.

It was the Doctor who said that she wouldn't remember it, but he didn't know everything at that time. At the end of the episode, they go back to the same moment, but River is armed with the knowledge she needs.

That was the scariest episode of Antiques Roadshow I've ever seen.

Maybe Hawkeye squeezes tranquilizing lotion from the tip of his arrow and gently massages it into Hulk's skin? I think I've just figured out a scene from the eventual X-rated parody.

Families have to learn that they can't solve their problems by moving into haunted mansions. You need counseling. And drugs. And - I can't stress this enough - an unhaunted mansion.

Is this is a school for ANTS?

I want this show to get huge ratings. Because it annoyed the hell out of me, in that particular way that I want certain shows to annoy me. I'm going to watch this thing week after week and obsess over the details that drive me nuts: the plotlines that fizzle out, the dialogue that shovels mounds of exposition over the…

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Next they'll be finding particles that move slower than stillness.

I think so. It's possible that you'd be gaming the system at that point.

It's a known fact that African-American women on television are sassy angels sent from Heaven to point out handsome white men to white women. Otherwise white people would never get together. Sometimes the angels take the form of gay best friends sent to help dithering straights.

I'd remember that couple playing with a pizza box as well. Mostly because they're laughing and carrying on as if someone had a gun to their heads. "You guys better play with that pizza box, or else. And don't just laugh - gambole, ya hear? Maybe frolic some."

But I went back in time and added that YouTube link before you did! And then I thought better of it, so I went back further in time and removed it.

I looked at your comment and the theme from Dragnet popped into my head. And now I want to see Dragnet with dinosaurs. Or do I?