I’m more anxious for the casting of Wednesday. It won’t be Anthony Hopkins (which was too obvious anyway) and I’m pulling for Ian McShane.

Also if Keith David isn’t at least in consideration for Mr. Nancy, something is horribly wrong.

What’s that? You want to use this article as an excuse to post Alan Rickman gifs? Works for me.

^This. I’ve been hearing a lot lately from people who saw the film first. Pound for pound they seem to like it more than people who started with the series. They don’t have the same expectations, and are often better able to appreciate Fire Walk With me for what it is.

They each have a personal twitter account as well as an official joint account? The thirst is real. I have decided I hate them and I will not be swayed.

+1 to all that.

I demand more Michael J. Anderson in everything. The man is criminally underused in the media.

And yet people seem to be okay with her falling in a vat of chemicals and becoming an acrobatic psychopath.

I’m excited for Silicon Valley more at this point I think.

Completely agree. Colburn calling in the plates, for example, could mean that he found and moved the car, or it could mean that he was illegally on the Avery property and later tipped the searchers. Either way he’s in the wrong, but one of those scenarios still suggests Steve Avery might be the guy.

I am the director of education at a VFX school where students have to take physics, scripting, and coding right alongside figure drawing, landscape painting, and storytelling. I think you might be a bit out of touch when it comes to what ‘the arts in education’ means in 2016, but if you’ve ever played a video game,…

It’s a fucking Old Navy T Shirt, not a manifesto from the Ministry of Education.

Ah yes, the traditional Japanese name “Huki Muki.”

So they didn’t look like actual, “real life” aliens?

You actually sound like a W-S customer.

These look a lot like the Thin Mints my father found after hiding them from his wife 10 years earlier.

In the name of Buffy, Mal, and the Holy Avengers, Amen.

I too enjoy pricing human beings out of bodily functions.

These are not the 72 virgins they were expecting.

Yeah, in our Patriots-hating family, many of us can do the post-Super Bowl impression of Gisele [adopting Gisele accent]: “What do people expect? My husband can’t throw the ball and catch the ball.” It was glorious.