Is it just me or does real life Khal Drogo look an awful lot like Weston Cage?
They’re probably all still trying to read ‘Infinite Jest.”
I was about to Google “sweater ferret” for more pictures like this, but then I got worried about what exactly the results of such a search would be.
Thank you, Gabe. This was long overdue, Linden is the Worst Police Officer in America (TM).
And while we’re talking about this show, can we please take a minute to talk about Rosie’s mother, Midge (Mitch, Marge, I’m not really sure, honestly, and I’ve watched every episode)? How awful is this woman? I mean, sure, I can only imagine how terrible it would be if my fictional teenage daughter were fictionally murdered and I had to suffer through the fictional aftermath, but Midge (I’m just going to assume that her name is Midge) has moved well past the sympathy zone and into the I-am-clearly-just-a-bad-person-and-make-it-impossible-for-anyone-to-feel-sorry-for-me zone.
So much coffee. All of the coffee. Or at least most of the coffee.
Also, I may never stop laughing at “Elia with her red snapper steamed in ti leaf with snapper jus.”
Babe Ruth only hit slightly better than .333, and that guy loved to eat. (Am I doing this right? I think, following Tom’s lead for very good metaphors, that I am doing this right.)
Drew Magary at Deadspin had some great thoughts about Taylor Swift yesterday. Namely, she needs to stop.
I really like Rubicon. It started slow. Reeeaaaaalllyyy slow. (Three episodes of slow.) But once it picked up, it really picked up. I think the main reason that I have enjoyed it so much is that it manages to be plot-driven while also providing really interesting character studies. Listen to me, Professor TV.
I intend to “watch” this show the same way I “watched” Lost, by reading Gabe’s recaps and then congratulating myself on saving an hour of my week.
“Is it bad?” No, not really.
In other news, Gabe, plus a lot for this recap. What a recap. I laughed, I cried (actually just more laughs).
Isn’t “masturbating hobo” redundant?
I think I liked GenocideGum better than PoliticalGum.
“This is the f’ing Catalina Wine Mixer!” Tom Colicchio
So, to recap the recap: Top Creep, Angelo, wins Top Toyota Avalon on this week’s episode of Top Pun? Got it.
“A ketchup popsicle, Richard?”
On the one hand I see your point. But, on the other hand, Padma is presumably a real-life human being (and not a gorgeous robot built by the Indian government to infiltrate our society (huh?)), and as such is able to know what does and does not taste good to her.
Shakes head knowingly, “derp.”
I just got back from seeing Inception. It was ridiculously good. Basically the opposite of Sex and the City 2. Well, I assume. I mean, I didn’t see that movie. What do you think I am, some kind of masochist? Or is it sadist? Whichever category of mentally unbalanced individuals it is that derives pleasure from harming themselves, I am not.
What I am trying to say here is that I greatly enjoyed watching Inception.
I think you’re missing the point here. Patrick O’Connell is a creepy ginger in an outlandish plaid blazer that looks like he would try to sell you some illegal carpet.
Patrick O’Connell = this guy
“I don’t like eyebrows*,” she said. “Make no mistake.”
This video of Birdie watching the Spain-Germany match is the equivalent of a kidnapper sending out pictures of the hostages holding the day’s newspaper.