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Just read Tara's Fact Sheet, and the grainy resolution on the first accompanying pic was sufficient to make me think that the "botch" in Alicia's initial boob job was that the surgeon forgot to leave any nips. 1. I need new glasses, and 2. This looks PROMISING.

Hells yes, "The Equation." Such great performances! Plus if we're playing Hey, It's That Lady, there's brunette, eeevil Gillian Jacobs from "Community." Took me several years and rewatches to realize that. And while I respect Fringe's commitment to the gaaah, gross! moments, the standout in this episode for me is when poor Walter's trying to soothe himself to sleep, trapped back in St. Claire's, and...hallucinates or imagines or possiblymaybe sees himself/another Walter come in and sit down on the foot of the bed, grimly disapproving. The show was still playing its mythology pretty close to the vest, then, but that moment was just SO unsettling and disturbing on multiple levels. Something was happening under the surface, something even weirder than the Venus Hearttrap and OldManBaby and killer butterfly MsOTW they'd been dishing up, and I was hooked. Hooked like a large-mouth bass, I tells ya. Also, one of my favorite throwaway lines: "What's up, Chachi?" :)

Eurydice strutting down the aisle in that manky "mink" was new to me, and a sheer delight, I gotta say. (An old boyfriend of mine once bought me a scarf from a street vendor, and upon closer inspection of the label we learned that it was made of "Cashmaire." I hope, hope, hope that somewhere in that jacket is a "Mank" label.) I also got the air-freshener assaultin' 8th grader (whose grades were good, okay, she did fine except for when she was expelled a little bit that one time) and Jesus Roberto. I particularly loved Judy pinning him in a web of his own idiotic admissions in four minutes flat, and then recapping the trap of bullshittery for him, just for kicks.

bosawks, just your saying that made me choke up. <shakes fist weakly, then dishes up waffles> And dear god, the tension between Lou and Malvo in their scene, all the while intercut with Molly's long, long, endlessly long slow drive to the diner. I was 98% sure Molly wouldn't meet her demise this way in the penultimate episode (I have seen TV before!)...but I was terrified that she'd walk in on a throwdown between her father and the sheer evil that is Malvo. Maybe, that Malvo would kill Lou right in front of her, beyond devastating. I was actually yelping at the television: "Molly! Have a flat! Or a contraction for Chrissake!" And vice versa, I'd think. It really did make me wonder how much Lou was "recognizing," in their conversation. Just a weird one? An especially sinister weird one? The primary weird one, from Molly's Collage of Evil? I want to believe Lou had his reasons for saying little and politely seeing Malvo outta there; will he twig to recognizing the man, like Gus? And Lester. Oh, Lester, you conniving, vicious little fucker! The difference between Lester and Malvo is that Lester just dabbles in being a badass; because he's gotten away with it thus far, he thinks the universe owes him one. Whereas Malvo knows: all is chaos and chance, and the man who doesn't actually care any more can be the baddest of them all, roll the dice, and fuck shit up just for kicks. And then, in the midst of my terror of Malvo, BBT made me laugh my ass off with the hackneyed old Novocain story. The whole cast is outstanding, the show thrilling, straight up. Just wow.

"Fuckerbitches 4-Eva"

Just dropping in to welcome Tara and Dave to the cult! Good times ahead. (I suspect my avatar indicates my bias/commitment level to my favorite thing ever on teevee...) So, Episode 1! Plane full of goo-people! Things that still get me, years later: The co-pilot's jaw-dropping...jaw, dropping off. Yeeeaaahhhguurrggh. The rooftop chase, and jump. Olivia, being a total badass. Conversely, Olivia having a quick, fierce breakdown in the back of the ambulance. Anna Torv won me over at that moment, without so much as a sound.

Poor Pukey...he's this year's Dislocated Knee Girl. He seemed cheerfully resigned to his immortality, though, so points for that. I'm on record for having zero patience with the "tee-hee, people say I'm...sexy!" contingent, so Hat Girl set my eyes a-rollin'...but there seemed to be some technique underneath the StripperCize routine, so I'd like to see what the choreographers can bring out and/or beat into her. And I actually gave Nigel the tiniest bit of credit for recognizing her stupid hat as a trilby and not a fedora! The second Not!Miley appeared I muttered "Nigel catnip," and was validated. Again, maybe there are some skills in there? Dance, don't talk, child. I'm Team Jaja for the moment, just because I so enjoy seeing a woman tear it up with some krunk, heh. I was also delighted to see Fik-Shun again, raising Marie Poppins to a whole 'nother level. His sheer joy in moving just blasts out of the t.v. screen! I also enjoyed the alopecia girl, and can only assume Sonya felt, like, a disturbance in the Force and ran directly to the theatre to work with her immediately. As for the Beebs, can't they just quietly cut him his check and have Cat record the remaining crew intros? Please?

This is how I read it, too--that being "pretty" and stuck in the foster-care system at puberty might've been a particular kind of hell. I admit, I preferred her story to the at-least-one girl we get every year who's all sweet, virginal, possibly Mormon, and claims that for some reason people think her dancing is...sexy, ohmigosh, tee-hee! And then punctuates it by writhing around on the floor making come-hither faces. I'd also like to bludgeon Nigel with a cast-iron #YesAllWomen hashtag. Produce the show, critique the dancing, and SHUT IT, you nasty old fart. (And I could happily go to my grave without ever hearing "Blurred Lines" again, but...) Oh well. We're off to a bit of a slow, wincing start, with the Beebs and the sob story and too-many mortifying famewhore dads...but deep down I love this show for the moments, the feats, that make me yelp out loud with their beauty and/or seeming impossibility. It was nice to see the revamped credits, with a few of those moves preserved for posterity! That LEAP of Melanie's, still, always...I shrieked again. :)

That was...strange. JJ, I love you, never change (and you haven't!), but I could have pasted this together in the editing bay myself. PRIMETIME SPECIAL! With...a chunk from "60 Minutes," a couple garden-variety cases, and a montage of Judge Judy Bingo aphorisms! Also, Samuel L. Jackson is...there, for some reason! I did wish we got a better look at the little desk area next to the bench, where Mr. Jackson was leaning (stand up on your own two feet!). I've always wondered whether the monitor there is attached to anything, and if those apparent Law Books are decorative cardboard boxes or what. :)

Yeah, I think the plaintiff's mom declined to watch the video because she couldn't bear seeing her precious snowflake getting his ass handed to him again. "Fisted up" devolved pretty rapidly to "slap and flail." Not that either of those little dicksmacks were anywhere near sympathetic. How many days did all this hat-slapping, fist-clenching, teacher-intervening go on, overall? I pity that teacher, whatever subject he or she probably never got a chance to pound into those idiots' heads. (Is our children learning?) *Edited because I do too know where the plural possessive apostrophe goes. In my post about modern US edumacation.

Sorry we missed your birfday, Sarcastico, but it is what it is. You need some rims for that new car?

Was anyone else...unnerved, by JJ's repeated insistence of "this is MY America"? Her playpen, yes, her steakhouse, haha, but...that's new. I don't know, it seemed like a weird sudden veer into Fox News territory, made all the more uncomfortable by how she was shouting it at a young African-American man. Judy's always struck me as a social liberal, with fiscally conservative tendencies heightened by sheer exasperation at the parade of miscreants with hinky financial stories. But yikes, that really weirded me out. Like when a friend's mother, sweet as pie, suddenly blurted out some clueless, racist nugget she'd apparently kept to herself for 70 years.

I can't stop singing this, Public-Enemy style. Fight the Yelpers THAT BE!