The worst are companies that leave the first part of the name capitalized but capitalize the second part and jam the words together: soStupid.

I love so much that you namechecked Dynamite.

My interest in this show is confined to this and only this: Will there be a teddy bear episode?

Yeah, already there.

I've never cried about a celebrity's death before, but I've cried about Carrie Fisher several times.

Loved the twist. Michael makes so much more sense to me, because I always felt like Danson's portrayal was a little too much. I know a lot of people loved it, but it didn't work for me. But revealing that it was the Bad Place, it suddenly made perfect sense, since it was bad Michael (over)acting the part of good…

Danson's transformation was scary as hell. I love that they played creepy music to accompany it and didn't lighten the mood even a little near the end of that sequence with a lighter note to remind us that it's a comedy. It was a frightening moment, and they didn't undercut it.

I love how giddy he is about her, and how pragmatic she is in return.

I used to go to a restaurant, long since defunct, that served fried shu mai.

She was very clear on the fact that she was a classy addict and only used dollars or tiny spoons for her cocaine.

It sure as hell looked like she was wearing a wig, for that matter. A really bad wig.

Capitalization.

Kolchak is leaving Netflix? Time to binge!

The best scrambled eggs start with sauteing onions and chopped Spanish chorizo in a pan and then adding beaten eggs. And they end with you shoving them into your mouth because they're delicious.

Avoiding spoilers definitely makes for more enjoyable viewing.

…Amy?

They don't seem like they'd be good when mashed, but somehow it works.

Dip is my go-to dinner in hot weather.

Mashed carrots. My mother would slice them before boiling, but I'm a lazy jerk, so I just boil baby carrots. Mash coarsely, butter, and season with salt and pepper. If I don't serve them there are so many sad faces at the table. Good when doused with gravy, too.

One year I made fresh cranberry sauce. My family glared at me and refused to try it. Some traditions go deeper than taste.