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I think there's one named for Joyce Kilmer, too. I loved that story. Between it and the KGB story, this was one interview section I'm glad I watched. I knew the song "America" referenced the New Jersey Turnpike.

I got all of those except Neptune. Last time friends and I went to Atlantic City, I think we stopped at the Edison rest stop to go to the bathroom. FJ was an instaget, because I love that song. And I just found out yesterday afternoon that Woodrow Wilson was governor of New Jersey - thank you, PBS. (Actually, on second thought, we were on the Atlantic City Expressway when we made our bathroom stop. But I HAVE stopped at the Joyce Kilmer rest stop on the NJT.) I knew that one from reading about pirates. You should see the size of the needles used to inject mercury into their, um, infected areas.

I knew who they wanted but couldn't think of Melville's name. Do you think they would've accepted "the guy who wrote Moby Dick"?

For me, if it's a Norwegian, it's Amundsen. If it's a Englishman, it's either Shackleton or Scott of the An-tarc-tic (with electric penguins). If it's an American, I usually end up mashing Robert Peary and Matthew Henson into one big explorer named Matthew Peary. You think I'd know by now, but you'd be wrong. And I picked the wrong show to not tape while I was at the opening of the local historical society's WWI exhibit, 'cause I liked a lot of the categories. Corn on the cob should be cooked for ten minutes or so in boiling water. Possibly grilled - although I've never actually tried that. I did extensive research on Caribbean vacation destinations several years ago, and so I can smugly say that I knew the correct pronunciation of Dominica. (If it hadn't been so hard to get to then, I would've chosen it because it sounded wonderful.)

That's why I said it was for the wrong reason. Really, though, Maggie was the one in the wrong in this episode.

I'm sorry but Owen was absolutely correct, if for the wrong reason. Maggie had no business performing that surgery because she was not the one who prepared for it. She knew nothing about it before she walked into the x-ray room, whereas Riggs had been prepping with Arizona and the patient for days.

Maresha bugged me from the get-go, and finding out that she's a preacher only confirmed how much I wanted her to lose. (It's my own issue with god-botherers, and she struck as being that type. Not all preachers are, and those that aren't are just fine.) So yay! to guy in the middle! David? I think? I didn't get the New Yorker, but did get the others. I almost went with the Tonys then realized they must be considerably older than the date in the clue. Love me some James Cagney, although I've never actually seen Yankee Doodle Dandy; I read a biography of him, though, which talked extensively about his vaudeville days. I also got Liberia - I remember Charles Taylor being the president because of Naomi Campbell testifying at his war-crimes trial; yeah, that seemed really random to me at the time. I was hit and miss on the bible category. I've heard the phrase "Jesus wept", but the chapter and verse numbers meant absolutely diddly-squat to me.

In reference to the shit way Meredith treated Riggs and also how Amelia is treating Owen, I say: DATE OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL!!

He did say he wanted to conquer that fear, and although he was in tears, he just sucked it up and did it. Unlike Shamir and his broken balls. I agree about the complaining, but I think she might have done something more serious to her elbow; it looked like she was having trouble moving it.

Is it totally wrong that I wanted Owen's friend's baby to die just to punish Maggie for stealing a surgery away from the person who'd actually prepared for it? Okay, I didn't really want that, but I did want to punch Maggie in the face. This was like when Mere came back from maternity leave and wanted to do the surgery with Cristina which Bailey had prepped for; fortunately Cristina came to her senses and realized the person who was prepared for the surgery was the one who deserved to be involved. I really wanted Arizona to refuse to let Maggie do this one for that very reason, not all this "her mom died and she's not ready" crap.

I think the movie was going to tank anyway because it was too much of a niche thing, but the controversy certainly didn't help.

Nope. I hated everything about the animated version, especially the singing and dancing. Although it did lead to Mr. Burns singing "See my vest, see my vest, made from real gorilla chest", so there's that. Of course, I hate pretty much all of the animated musicals from Disney's alleged renaissance, not just Beauty and the Beast. I am with you on the superhero/comic book movie trend, though.

I don't think that was really a gimme question. Not if you're not much of a sports fan anyway. (Disclosure: I'm not an NBA fan but I tend to listen to the sports reports in the morning during breakfast.)

Raptor can refer to a generic bird of prey, but the Toronto Raptors mascot is a dinosaur. But, yes, absolutely, to the 'ewwwww' on sauerkraut ice cream. I will shamefully admit that I said Ottoman, even though logically I knew that couldn't be right. Sometimes the mind just doesn't come up with the right thing.

Thank goodness she didn't win, because my blood pressure couldn't have taken that. Plus, while I didn't mind Abigail the first two games, for some reason she really annoyed me last night so I'm glad to see the end of her. I got those, and sinus as well. As much trouble as I have with mine, missing that one would've been a crime.

Poor Mad Anthony Wayne, he's always a stumper when he's the answer to a Jeopardy clue. You'd think people would start guessing him for all Revolutionary War clues. I have to confess: I knew Bosworth Field but could not drag it out of my brain to save my life, and I missed the Battle of Brandywine Creek despite living about a half hour away from the area and having visited the historic battlefield park.

I dislike modern art, but have seen some of Hockney's paintings - he was really big into depicting swimming pools. At least his work took a modicum of talent. Unlike, say, Damien Hirst, the "cut-in-half cow in formaldehyde as art" guy. I missed cauliflower - curds confused me. But I got runners, although I was sure there was some technical Latin name for them. They mean different things, but they sound the same to my ears. I will accept that this is probably because I've only ever heard Americans saying them, though.

I love that commercial and think it's adorable.

Speaking as an adult who has, on occasion, been in a tremendous hurry and had trouble getting a much less complicated belt undone in time, I love this commercial because I can relate to it.

Depends on the door and how it was hung.

No, it was a daughter. Cosima Liszt married the conductor Hans von Bulow, and then left him for Richard Wagner. Being an opera aficionado, I knew the story and should've gotten this answer correct. But I didn't. I said John Muir, completely forgetting that he was the writer and Ansel Adams was the photographer. I did get the other photographers, though.

She called herself a ginger in the Christmas special. And her hair is a goldish-red. Or a reddish-gold. At least in pictures I've seen of her out of costume. Someone above asked about radio in Britain in the early sixties (this is from Radio London): "By the time Top Forty radio arrived in the UK, the Golden Age of American radio was practically over. We didn't have much to listen to before the advent of the offshore 'pirates'. The BBC did have a few pop programmes on what was called 'The Light Programme'. Besides the Light Programme, the BBC (later christened 'the Beeb' by Kenny Everett), had 'The Home Service' (news and speech-based), 'The Third Programme' (highbrow classical music and avant-garde drama) and 'The World Service' [which oddly enough was barely audible in Britain, but was in the rest of the world! – Chris]. In the early Sixties, teenagers were a relatively new concept and catering for their musical tastes was not considered a top priority by Beeb management. Pop music was regarded as merely a passing fad. However, one of the Beeb's greatest difficulties with regard to playing records was 'needle-time', a regulation whereby only a certain number of minutes of recorded music was permitted to be played weekly. This was due to Musicians' Union agreements and the fact that the BBC employed its own orchestras; playing recordings off vinyl would have cut down on the need for BBC-employed musicians." So no, there wasn't much rock & roll available outside of Radio Luxemburg, if you could get it. Not when this episode was set.

She seemed like one of these "knows where her bread is buttered, and to hell with everyone else" kind of people. She was appalling. One run by the gangsters for whom his father worked.

Harriet Walter doesn't always play tight-assed bitches, but when she does, she's so good at it. Poor Sister Julienne, being shunted aside. And for no good reason that we can see. And poor Sister Mary Cynthia! She really needs proper psychiatric treatment, and she's not going to get it through the Mother House. I wanted Dr. Turner to take off in his car and rescue her. (Speaking of Dr. Turner, I desperately wanted him to punch Trudy's awful husband, but that would've been disastrous for so many reasons.) And Shelagh is pregnant! I knew it the moment Tim said she'd been sick. I'm not sure how they're going to explain it in terms of the tuberculosis-caused infertility, a miracle, I guess. Which under other circumstances would bug the heck out of me, but since Patrick and Shelagh are such wonderful parents and such good people, I'm not going to nit-pick. All I could think was that he worked for the Krays or for one of their rivals, and I was afraid something even more awful would happen to her as a result. Those were pretty nasty people, even for gangsters.

This is the cassette (yes, you read that right) I've been using to test the cassette deck that came with my new-ish car cd player. Man, I really missed having a cassette deck in the car.