Yes! The intial AHS ideas are great, but they try to shove so much into the story that they completely fall apart. I only end up liking little tidbits of them. Roanoke: torch-wielding ghosts roaming the forests - terrifying and awesome. Introducing the whole reality show aspect to it - totally ruined it.

That would pay off my student loans.

I so agree! I really do like the focus on what happens on that end day in movies, etc. That transition time from normal life to everything going to fuck is fascinating. The long-term survival story lines are always boring to me.

Oh My God. This episode was TERRIBLE. These are great actors who’ve given excellent performances in past seasons, but the bad writing, directing, and editing overshadowed everything. Nothing was believable. The characters seemed flat. The dialogue was awkward. Was so disappointed because I really really wanted to keep…

Not many creatures want to eat the spawn of Satan.

Is it transmittable to others, say, parents of an afflicted person?

Would we really notice though?

The Trumps are now LITERALLY swiming in scum. Sigh. How do these people manage to get themselves dressed every day?  I hope he contracts a nasty disease. Gators aren’t the only dangers in that kind of water.

I drive from Maine to CT often. Once I cross the southern boundary of NH into MA (and CT) its a completely different driving landscape. Sometimes if you DON’T go 80 to 85 to keep up with traffic you are a hazard because everyone else is speeding around you. One time there was this older woman driving about 50 in the…

Deer Isle Maine. Beautiful island away from the tourist trap of Bar Harbor. If you want quiet, this is the place. Stop at Madelyn’s for blueberry ice cream and other delicious non-healthy treats.

Honestly I thought this was an Onion article.

If he stopped baking cakes for everything that Christianity considers a “sin”, he’d be out of business. Does he bake wedding cakes for divorcees? Birthday cakes for out of wedlock children? Anniversary cakes for adulterers? He’s selectively choosing which “sins” he wants to pay attention to and that’s not right.

Pooping outside the litter box? Scratching the furniture? Throwing up hairballs in shoes instead of on the tile floor? Knocking pictures off the walls for no reason?

Exactly. Mine would stare at me for a minute. Stand up and stretch, sit, give himself a quick wash, and then saunter over to me.

My cat would come when I called him. Well, let me rephrase. He came when I called him, but depending on his mood he would come either right away or a few minutes later, if he felt like it.

My friend was a young mother in the 80's. We were sitting at the mall (I know) with her new baby and she was trying to breast feed in a corner of the food court behind a pillar. And mind you she was covering herself with a blanket and trying to as discreet as possible. This little old Italian man walks by and tells…

Facebook is an introvert’s/social anxiety sufferer’s nightmare. Night. Mare. PYMK literally made me quit FB - well, as much as it lets someone quit, which is that you can’t really quit, ever.

You won’t impeach. You are just as much a traitor.

Move to state that has cheap real estate. Screw the pool. Buy a riding lawn mower. Add wall and good security system. Food, utilities and unfancy transportation. Invest the rest and live simply.

Seriously. And the people who would just start pulling out the checkbook after all the scanning was done.