My thoughts exactly. I'll probably stick around for at least another week or two to see if this picks up any steam, but tonight wasn't even enjoyable to me from a hate-watching perspective. I was so bored that I spent most of the 90 minutes trying to figure out who Nick reminded me of. I landed on the love child of…

Honestly, I don't think I've ever watched all of The Sandlot either. I've seen bits and pieces but I haven't seen it all the way through.

My coworkers, friends and I have practically made it out mantra.

"Fargin' icehole" is always a fun one to drop into a conversation.

I tell someone "You're the opposite of Batman" way more often than I probably should.

I never miss an opportunity to remind someone who's sick that "it's not a tumor," in my shitty Arnold voice, of course.

I'm more than a little superstitious about tempting fate, so I'm often telling people not to "tempt the whatever high atop the thing." Nobody outside of my immediate family ever gets the reference, but I never fail to find it entertaining.

"Prepare to die!"

This is now part of my life. Thank you so much Wade!

Where did you find that or did you make it yourself? I must have it!

"Damn, Gina!" has a surprising amount of everyday applications.

As does "Have fun storming the castle!"

In my world, nothing expresses frustration with someone I'm close to more than, "You're killing me Smalls!"

I actually thought they may have gone a little too far in trying to subtly hammer home that the cold open was a flashback. There were at least two posters with the year prominently on them. And the guy on the radio mentioned the 1994 World Series at least once, which struck me as odd because if it was the current…

This might just be my own pet peeves talking, but I also noticed that the numbers were a little off center. Almost like it used to be a four-digit address and the last two numbers had been removed.

I found it interesting that the address on the transom (I think it was 18) was exactly the same when the store was Mr. Robot and when it was E Corp. bank. The number wasn't there when it was a bakery and all the other shops. Just Mr. Robot and Evil Corp. It may mean nothing, but given how much attention this show pays…

Now that we know that Darlene is Elliot's sister, I couldn't help but smile when I made the Roseanne connection. Every snarky, annoying little sister should be named Darlene.

If any of it was really there. I'm dying to see where all this is going but the only thing I'm afraid of is that EVERYTHING is in Elliot's head. We've already got some Fight Club going on (maybe) and tonight they added a dash of Star Wars. I really hope they're not setting us up for a St. Elsewhere-style reveal.

I really don't think I'd enjoy the show as much as I do if I binged it. As frustrating as being left hanging every week is, I think having that time between episodes to pick it apart and try to figure out how the pieces might fit together heightens the experience.

In a show that's essentially one big mind fuck, nothing is as disturbing as Wellick's wife. I wouldn't be surprised to find out she's not human at all. Cold and calculating doesn't even begin to describe her.