Tasha, you've been one of my favorite pop culture writers for years now. Your insightful and deep reviews of pop culture aimed at children, in particular, have always been great.

::sniffs the air:: I think I smell burned Braff.

Agreed.

I also like how the $10 reward is a production video memo from Braff himself! How awesome! That's totally not something virtually every director already does and releases on the Internet regularly for free as a way of building buzz!

See, Internet? I told you this would happen if you funded that Veronica Mars movie. Do you see what happens, Internet? Do you see what happens when you fund a stranger in the Braff? Do you see what happens? Do you see what happens when you fund a stranger in the Braff?!

Tormund will always be Ron Perlman in my head.

Also, the whole Aegon and the Golden Co. thing, plus Connington's, er, condition.

You don't know how much people can hate you before you write a dumb poem about a dude who murdered an 8-year old.

Team Sansa all the way.

Honestly, I'm kind of happy the producers are just like, "you know what, screw it, he's gonna age" rather than recasting or pulling a Walt. Then again, this is why you shouldn't have stories that hinge on magical children.

I've heard that the Network's stay of execution basically hinged on the show having "more heart," which in Network Exec.-speak obviously means, "wrap up all the emotional loose ends by the end of every half hour." That seems to be a big issue this season. Episodes will start to feel like the Community of old, but then…

The main reason Jenny got AIDS is because the film ended/Jenny died in the 80s and AIDS was the most 80s way of dying the filmmakers could think of. Nothing happened in that film that did not loudly declare its decade. Had the film lasted into the 90s, Jenny probably would have died of Operation: Desert Storm.

My guess is, Robb kills Karstark, which makes Bolton realize the war's lost. Makes deal with Tywin, cuts off FauxVargo's head in front of Jaime at Harrenhal as an "apology," starts ordering cakes for the wedding.

Yeah, I hated that part of the book. I just wanted the old git to die already so we wouldn't have to spend more time with Cat feeling sad about all the things. Extremely happy dumb ol' Hoster's dead before ever arriving on screen.

Er… because lyrics like "If you don't judge my gold chains / I'll forget the iron chains" is a startlingly offensive false equivalence. I don't think most black people are willing to broker a deal where if white people stop judging hip-hop fashion, black people will forget about that whole slavery thing.

Ted is the gaping, anus-like void at the center of that show. Replace him with an even halfway likable character and HIMYM would be one of my favorite shows ever. As it is, I find it hard to get through an episode. I don't need likable characters, but I have a hard time with shows that seem to want me to like the…

Me too! I also never listen to NPR, despite being a latte-sipping, Volvo-driving socialist. Something about disembodied voices droning on in the darkness is like bed bugs in my brain.

While part of me fumes at Kyle Ryan for not liking scifi and fantasy, I actually get it. I can't do post-apocalyptic stuff. Walking Dead, The Road, Revolution, whatever. Whatever part of the human brain responds to stories about mankind struggling to survive in the ruins of civilization, I don't have it. Somehow, even…

::slow clap::

The King in the Muff!