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This part I completely agree with. There have been actors I have absolutely adored but then they start getting noticed by the press, people I know start obsessing on them, and I'm gone. I don't like to share my fantasy boyfriends.

Ooh, we're onto supermarkets? If you don't know how to use the self-checkout, 5:00 pm on a weekday or after 9 am on a weekend is not the time to learn. Did you think the food was free? Then why do you wait until after the cashier has finished and your bags are packed to finally look for your god damned wallet? And having finally paid, would it kill you to move out of the way while you take your--apparently ample--time to pull out everything in order to replace your wallet in the superspecial wallet space in your purse? If you are bagging your own groceries...pulling out a bunch of bags and then holding each precious purchase up to decide which one to carefully stow it in? No. Arranging the baguette and carrot greens to artfully peek out from the top? No. Put your stuff in the bag and get out of the way. Now, if you are an older (than me) person taking his or her time and counting coins, I'm fine with that. You've lived that long, bless you, you deserve my patience.

The book lost me in 50 pages, but I hung on through the series.

Because if you want to subvert them, you have to interact with them?

A couple of the midseason shows sound a little interesting but this is the least excited I've been for a fall season in years.

My impression is that gravy for red sauce is not only almost solely an Italian-American usage, but also limited to the northeast, especially New Jersey. OK, just when I think I understood pudding v. dessert, I was watching an early series and got all confused again. Basil and Herb are men's names, and basil is an herb (Ba-zil and *H*erb are men's names, and bay-zil is an erb).

Let me know if I'm misinterpreting, but you seem to be saying that "gravy" means any kind of sauce in the U.S. That's not really the case. For most in the U.S., gravy is a specific, thick, brown, meat-based goo. If it's red and goes on pasta, it's not gravy, it's pasta sauce or spaghetti sauce. Similarly, cheese sauce, white wine sauce, pan sauce, and so on are called sauce and never gravy. Google images of gravy and you'll see what I mean.

One of the issues with having multiple guests is creating a seating arrangement that allows them to see each other and the host, and lets the audience see all of them. The traditional couch or row of chairs (a la Carson) means that the guest closest to the host can't see the person on their other side. It did make for some comedy in ye olde dayes but mostly it just makes multiple guest pointless. Multiple guests can be accommodated--both Jon and Stephen did occasionally but usually with people who worked together.

I feel you, bilgistic, since I make a mess of arty things all of the time (do I have NO sense of color?) and feel stupid, but then remember no one's going to see it unless I show it to them. And I'm not. It's the activity, not the outcome, that I enjoy anyway.

Your motor skills are better now, go for it. Use pencils, not crayons. It's like art therapy, I think. Amazon has a large selection of coloring books for adults, some specifically labeled stress relief for adults, some incorporate games, there are all sorts of themes and patterns. Reviews will point you to the preferred colored pencils although you might want to start with the basic Crayola set you can find everywhere.

Chris's lecture aside, I really enjoyed last night's game. "Even playing at home, Ron Funches still wins."

My favorite Rubberband Man moment was when he handed the Leminade stand kid a dictionary.

Mean old biddies unite! I didn't like children when I was a child and I've seen nothing in the decades since to change my mind. I have that on a pillow somewhere.

I couldn't agree more and have often said the same thing about them. When Sept. comes I have to decide whether to watch or avoid the show until Moffatt finally goes away. He's made it unbearable.

There are days I think it's shame we no longer have stocks on the village green.

I loved that one so much, I found it on YouTube and posted it in the Favorite Commercial thread last year.

To the person in front of me at the Dunkin' Donuts Drive-Thru this morning: Dear Idiot, it's called a drive through. It is not a parking spot. It is not the perfect place to search your backseat for the entrance to the Lost Dutchman's Mine. It is not the time to talk on the phone, since talking on the phone apparently strikes you blind because why else have you failed to notice that the cars in front of you have MOVED. Have a little courtesy and pay attention. You don't have to link bumpers with the car ahead of you, but almost a minute is a long time to just sit there unless you've died. It's a workday morning, people are trying to get to work, and the line is backed up onto the street. Move the damn line.

It would be funnier if you wore a hideous sweater, ratty wig, and flailed your arms, and vowed you were going to board jump and do horrible voices just for us.

Maybe because the rest of us, being heroes, will follow Stephen to CBS anyway?

If you give us a shout out in your interview segment, I think most of us would agree that you're the best contestant ever and, if you lose, were robbed! Robbed, I say, by some dancing, gesticulating, board-hopping, oddly-accented freak.

I've been reading the thread but afraid to post because it's likely that once I get started I won't be able to stop. So I've waited until I'm under a time constraint and have to limit myself to 2: "Methinks." No, you think. And apparently, you think you're Shakespeare. You're not. Please trust me on that. What you are is twee. "But then, I" I can't even explain why this makes my hackles rise but I think (or perhaps methinks) it seems so insufferably smugger-than-thou. For example, everyone's been griping about a character or the weather or the grossness of kale or whatever and someone counters it. Instead of just saying they disagree, they end with "But then I" and a phrase that suggests their special snowflakeness because the subtext is usually "But then I am a morally superior being."

That Cracked article is genius. I'm glad someone out there is as tired of "gritty" as I am.

Yes! John Doe was exactly I thought when I saw the description of Blindspot. It really seems like a premise that would work much better as a limited series.

Bobcat is much funnier on Wait Wait Don't Tell Me.

It's going to take some time to adjust to a new Jon-less morning routine. Right now it sucks.