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Bated breath = not baited Free rein = not reign Vocal cords = not chords Toe the line = not tow Gah. Also, people online need to stop asking for an explanation about something that can be looked up in 10 seconds. Know what? It will take far less time for you to google than it will to wait for an answer from strangers on message boards/comment sections.

And yet that's what we've gotten almost the entire two seasons. I let up on him a bit recently because his heart is broken, but not really. Buzzfeed is magic! Who knew?

There are for sure some shows I find confusing and can't be bothered to put the time in to figure them out. For Imposters, it's not that I can't follow the plot or don't remember who everyone is -- it's just that their loyalties and motivations keep shifting. It's actually part of what I like most about it. I'm eager to be surprised!

Aaron Smith-Levin started a Q&A video series about Scientology. The first one mentions the Incident of the Disconnected Dog. Turns out that after his episode of Aftermath aired, Scientology did indeed require the neighbor to stop associating with his dog. There was a chain link fence with a gate between her property and Aaron's and she had to replace it with a solid privacy fence. So very loony, they are.

I want to know if that trick with the Echo worked on any viewers!

Anybody else whose childhood self would hover around the kitchen like a starving dog when mom or grandma made a cake so you could lick the spoon and bowl? Because batter with raw eggs is never a problem to eat.

I think Patrick and Maddie both still have genuine romantic feelings for each other, and that's going to come into play again down the line. I also wouldn't be shocked if another mark shows up. Maybe Richard wasn't the first for the team -- the show is full of surprises! And pure fun.

Super triple secret double cross, woot! Also, I want a Magic Fingers bed.

The number of people who climb out bathroom windows on TV has gotta be 1000:1 compared to the number who do it IRL. First off, I don't remember ever being in a restaurant, gas station, or company bathroom that has a window, much less one roomy enough to escape out of. Home TV bathrooms often seem to be on the 2nd floor, but even in a single story structure, the wriggler is basically being extruded out the window to land on his/her head. I measured the single hung casement window in my bathroom, and the section that opens is 18" x 18". I'll grant that a small person (not me even if the house was on fire) could possibly squeeze through that.

I hope he was paid enough to make up for the embarrassment of that accent and the wigs.

Filed under Peeve, bad judgment So I'm mixing the ingredients for spicy corn pudding. When I open the box of corn muffin mix, there are little black blobs throughout. God, is that mold? No, those are blueberries, doofus. You grabbed up Jiffy's blueberry muffin mix instead of corn. Unwilling to take the proper corrective action (get dressed and return to the store), I carefully picked and sifted out all the blueberries and used the remaining mix. During cooking, the whole house starts to smell of blueberries. This was not a good sign. The resulting pudding never set properly and tasted of syrupy blueberries with an afterkick of pico de gallo. Down the disposal it goes. Gah. I'm also mad at myself for recently buying a blender and food processor, being dissatisfied with both, but not being able to return them because I had already recycled the damned boxes. I do that all the time and never learn!

Rachel Dratch always is so excitable and nervous. Hyper down, girl. Imaginary Mary already has flop stink before it's even aired, so it has to be embarrassing to be out publicizing it.

Favorite joke 'o the night was from Funches about the shush emoji: When you're the assistant coach at Penn State. What else could the raised eyebrow emoji be but The Rock!? Ron's delivery made me laugh, though. You, sir, are a treasure. I'm looking forward to Moshe's new series.

It would be a boon for cold case detectives, at least!

If I got bent every time a critic panned a show I liked, I'd never be unbent. It pretty common for audiences to like movies/TV more than critics. Entertainment Weekly shows an aggregate grade from critics and one from viewers, and it's always interesting to see the differences. It does make me twist my mouth a bit to read something that tears down entertainment I enjoy, but it rankles more when something I dislike is extolled: "Are you crazy!" Heh.

Going to the vet!

There was an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond about wedding thank you notes. Marie, no shrinking violet, was pushing Amy to write hers. It caused a huge ruckus. Heh.

I may have expressed my displeasure (bitched) about this before. When I was working, I'd send each of the new hires in my department a $20 Starbucks gift card as a small welcome. Very rarely would anyone acknowledge theirs. Yes, it was a quick online purchase for me that took no thought, but it was from me, not the company. We all worked remotely and it would take them, what?, five minutes to email back and say thanks. But no. I can check online and see if the certificates were retrieved by the recipient, so I know they got them. I mean, (1) it's very rude, and (2) I'M YOUR FREAKING BOSS. Whatever happened to sucking up?

Short interview with Leah in EW about season 2. There's a "preview" video that's straight up outtakes and bits from season 1. Rindah mentioned on his blog that filming for season 2 started this month.

That's good to hear. When I got married in 1972, there was no question that the bride was expected to write all the thank yous. Makes me wonder what the division of labor is when a note of appreciation is reduced to envelope stuffing.

Picture fades ... as does my interest.

Yay, the kiwis were getting along at the end!! Cuddle, cuddle. I can't tell which is more adorable, the animals themselves or the way their keepers love and fret over them.

I'm enjoying the show a lot even though almost everyone is dislikable or offputting in some way. Even Megan's otherwise appealing manager is, at heart, cynical and financially motivated. The worst of the bunch is Megan herself. So needy and me, me, me, my career, my career. Even though she'll be getting a $10M payout and wouldn't need to work, she still obsesses over her career. To me, "I just really love acting" means "I need to be the center of attention wah, wah." I'll need a cap with with that.

The owners of the dog with the malformed elbow were so devastated to think about possible amputation. I wanted to give them a hug and reassure them that if the leg needs to go, the pup will be fine. Possibly even better if she's out of pain.

Jesus, Megan. She signed a damned contract. Nobody promised her a rose garden. I may start to feel sorry for her later but now I just want to her do her job and not make love so melancholy.