On the viewable evidence, the notion that anyone running this show puts any thought into anything at all beyond the next episode seems wildly preposterous.

On my recent "I'm all grown up and none of this bothers me any more" rewatch, Squeeze was the one episode that still had me turning on all the lights and checking that all the windows were closed. And the extractor fan cover screwed firmly into place.

Ah well, at least one of us managed to stay away from that one…

The actual handling of the Olicity romance so completely betrayed both characters and eliminated the "fun" from Felicity

*scrolls quickly by*

Also a "Mulder, where are you?" or "Where are you going?" followed by Mulder being dickishly vague in response.

No Hunter, no deal, Marvel.

Thank you! I hope you feel better soon.

Yes, you did, it's right there (well, I can see it anyway). I meant to upvote you for using the magnificent word "balderdash" but got distracted (done now).

I comfort myself with the thought that they are going to die very, very lonely men, angry and confused at a world that doesn't give a shit about their notions of sexual entitlement.

Sorry for your (impending) loss, Lt., that's horrible.

Migraines are fucking terrible. There's an about 95% chance I will be having one on Friday, as I'm going on a long-haul flight and those always do that to me. So I'm wincing/hurking in anticipation as well as sympathy.

Congratulations on 44 days!

Look at it like this: they're interviewing you for the job, you're interviewing them for whether you think they'd make decent employers. (This is, obviously, advice from someone wiser and less feckless than myself. But it sounds useful to me.)

Wales answer to U2

Personally, I really liked The Grapes of Wrath but found East of Eden a bit of a slog. But that may have been because the latter seems to have a lot more biblical references in it, and those just go right over my head.

David Mitchell's new one is coming out soon

Oh come on. "…though I wonder what he'd know about it sitting in his Paris apartment" is hilarious. Pondering whether our charming new friend thinks that there are no white people in Paris, or that "white" is a term that only applies to light-skinned people who are also American, or whether s/he is simply saying that…

Yet another instance of the "I'm leaving you because I want to protect you" trope.

"Stitched 'im up like Ribena, I did."