He’s a phenomenal writer, but he got lost in his own head and heart. 

Don’t forget the many, many mournful cover songs performed by Katey Sagal. She’s a lovely singer, but holy crap did that get old.

Straight-up, I didn’t make it past the first episode.

The focus on murder always seemed strange to me. There is so much other fun shit you can do that’s illegal and isn’t violent.

I feel like SoA lost its way because the network gave Mr. Sutter too much free reign and he used that to dive into all his worst self-indulgences. Then he continued that with The Bastard Executioner. It looks like he’s taken a more hands-off approach with Mayans; he’s a guiding hand, rather than running the day-to-day…

Dear GMG,

So, two fun facts about me: 1) I worked on the 2010 NBA JAM. 2) I’m a roller derby announcer.

I think Southland Tales is highly underrated. I love introducing it to friends and having those, “What the fuck did we just watch?!” conversations.

The one that stands out to me in recent memory is that Riddick game. I like the movies well enough and I’m a fan of Vin Diesel, but I just could not get past how miserably fugly the graphics were, even for their time. I made it maybe 30 minutes, then said, “Fuck this” and uninstalled.

The BDSM community is surprisingly right-leaning, too, though that’s been changing as more and more queer folks embrace their kink (and as more and more kinksters embrace their queerness.)

It’s been demonstrated that the Saint can kill angels for realsies, so maybe damage he inflicts is permanent. That’s why Satan stayed dead, too. Still, if Sydney killed herself by some other means (say, jumping into a pool of lava or hanging herself with her own whip) would that damage carry over?

They must know something, because every military or ex-military person I know can sleep damn near anywhere, under any conditions.

With all the crazy shit on this show, it’s so weird that that detail is one that stuck in my craw.

These are quality picks. Thanks, Allison!

New Orleans is wonderful in many ways, but I personally prefer Baton Rouge.

Fuck Louis CK. And the horse he unexpectedly rode in on.

Diabetes with a side helping of liver disease!

I don’t need Google Maps for this one. I’ve been there many times. This is the corner of Royal and Ursulines. Fun fact: Go a block north on Royal, to the corner of Royal and Governor Nicholls, and you’ll find the Lalaurie Mansion. According to legend, this was the site of many grisly murders. I don’t believe in…

Zzzzako!

I’ve probably seen Logan eight times at this point and cried like an angry baby on every single viewing. Much as I enjoy Mr. Hawke’s work, I don’t give two tugs of a dead dog’s cock about his opinion.