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Kevin O'Leary? The Donald? One of them is too cartoonish to work in any other DC-verse than the 60's Batman TV show, and I don't mean Mr. Wonderful. I actually liked Eisenberg's twist on Luthor. I adored Wonder Woman, and was delighted to see an unapologetically ass-kicking woman on screen. As for Batman, Affleck is much less emotionally constipated than Christian Bale, which is of the good. And Henry Cavill is so, so purty.

If there was an award for America's Most Mortified, Lupe would be the Grand Champion. Never have I seen such a collection of mishaps related to bodily function recorded on camera. I'd shrivel in shame over having that footage shown on TV if that were me. Gilbert needs to get to a caregiver burnout support group. He's beyond done, and if he were related to me, I'd be offering him a couch to crash on so he could get outta Dodge. The only condition would be me getting to spend five minutes with Lupe, dangling a sack of burgers in front of her like a cat toy and then jerking it away.

Speaking of product placement, I'm starting to see the PW Collection being featured on the show. I was in Walmart and happened tosee a display of the whisks. When I picked one up, I realized that it was in two pieces, as it had come apart at the handle! The other ones on the rack were also improperly attached. Needless to say, I did not buy a whisk that day. Maybe it should have a label saying "Some Assembly Required".

Ree formed her kids' tastes by giving different ingredients to the lil' wimmenfolk and the junior cowboys. If Brycie or Toddy would have wanted broccoli (heaven forfend!), they would have been given a withering look by their mother. I honestly don't think Ladd would have given a rat's ass, since Paige and Alex do their share of farmwork.but this would have shot holes in Ree's vision of Life on the Ranch. I am convinced that she's behind many of the sterotypes we see.

I don't recognize JT as Billy - every time he appears on screen, I have a moment of thinking that Joe Clark is back. I miss RealBilly (either Billy Miller's version or Burgess Jenkins')

This was a delightful surprise. I was unfamiliar with the comics, and had very low expectations, In fact, I was thinking of this as Angel 2.0. Lucifer, TBH, is less like Angelus than Lorne in terms of personality. So my fears about watching another reluctant hero with a centuries-long depression were allayed. One thing the two shows have in common is the "bad Dad" trope - it will be interesting to see how this one plays out!

I liked this family very much. Chad was insightful and able to own his ish without drah-ma, did what he needed to do, without drah-ma, and got the results he was after. I teared up during the clothes shopping scene and the bowling scene, but when Chad didn't fit into the truck and then stated that his job right now was to get healthy, the tears flowed. I'm saving this to inspire myself when I need a reboot in my commitment to Weight Watchers.

I was particularly unimpressed by her chocolate cake recipe - after describing in purple prose how the icing was such an enhancement and showing not once but twice, a food porn shot of the icing being poured over the cake, she neglected to give the actual recipe for the icing, Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. I had to watch Martha Bakes before my universe was again on its axis.

Especially if said time-travelling samurai is played by Eric Steinberg.

Absolutely NOT!! I have a sentimental attachment to white sauce because it was the first thing we ever cooked in Home Ec class in Grade 8. It was magical to watch the roux absorb the milk and thicken into a sauce as I whisked. But aside from the process, to me, it's gag-worthy. If this is "beautiful", then I need another adjective, TYVM!

Happy B-Day, crazycatlady!

Skittl, I'm so sorry for your loss. ((((Huge hugs))))

I also have a cat named Max. I didn't name him, and he's not the brightest star in the firmament so I decided not to change his name when I adopted him. Max has no middle name, but Iggy's middle name is "Eileen" because he leans up against me when it's snuggle time.

I take great umbrage at PW's "meals". Yesterday's new episode (we're behind in Canada) was the one with pantry meals, featuring the infamous "7th Circle of Canned Goods Soup". My breaking point came when she started dumping truckloads of salt into the soup, which was made with sodium-laden canned goods. Was she mistaking the soup for a salt lick in the cow pasture? What poppin'-fresh hell was this??? Can't wait for WhitneyWhit's show. I want to see frolicking llamas, dammit! I may do one myself, since I can actually cook (not just assemble pantry ingredients), look cute in an apron and have a POV that is people could relate to (single woman living alone in a major city who cooks for herself instead of relying on takeout and hosts many family dinners) I can easily take 24 pics of a potato baking in a toaster oven. It'd be a little Warhol-esque in that it doesn't really do much in the hour it takes to bake, but that has artistic merit in its own right.

Or maybe he'll be like Duncan Jones or Rowan Farrow, and choose a name for himself that is not as attention-getting, but reflects who he is as a person. Go Quincy!

Poor little Spurgie - destined to never have the joy of personalized pencils. Why didn't they name the little guy after the preacher and his grandpa? Spongebob Seewald has a certain je ne sais quoi, whereas Spurgeon is more like "Pouquoi?".

Maybe Adam and the cop should mosey on down to Uncle Nifty's Neonatal Nursery, a.k.a. the Boathouse. They can find Christian (or Chrisssss-Chin, as his mom pronounces it), retrieve the wee sprout and plant him in a pot, a la Baby Groot.

Next, I'm so sorry for your loss. ((((Huge hugs)))) I'll be thinking of you. Please take care of yourself.

And that is why Nifty Neil's feeble attempts to speak colloquially should cease and desist. See what happens when you say, "Hey baby, wanna hang out at my crib"?

My most tear-inducing song is "Big Leagues" by Tom Cochrane. I am admittedly the kind of person who needs a box of Kleenex on Super Bowl Sunday because I will cry at the inspirational pre-game stories, the national anthem and the Budwiser ads. But this song? Gets me, every. freaking. time.

If ever there's another instance where we have the two Faiths pressed into service due to scheduling conflicts, I'd love to see this! We could swap actresses back and forth in the same eppy. Show, are you listening? I'm really going to miss Burgess Jenkins. It took me a while to warm up to him in the role, but since the character is supposed to have undergone an emotional maturation, it worked well for me. I wish him the best, and I hope his next role is as a snarky lawyer on a police procedural - he'd rock it!

The payoff for all the days of The Towering Infernal: A Rolling Stones quote. Note to Show #1: I challenge the writers to work a classic rock song quote into every single episode. I see they've already used American Pie, as seen in the previews: And as the flames climbed high into the night/To light the sacrificial rite/I saw Satan laughing with delight/The day the music died". (Hell yeah, I know all the words. I had the LP on vinyl. It was one of my Sweet Sixteen presents.) What's on Thursday? I'd love Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. Note to Show #2: Bring back Marco! If Pattycakes lives, she'll be the perfect Harley Quinn to his Joker, or the Quinn Fuller to his Deacon. Same diff. I'm 100% co-signing Artsda's post. Wait till Sharon meets little Herb. Should that be Dylan Jr.? Oh, let's just bypass all this BS and call him AJ, because we know whose, uhmmmm, rooting powder was used in the sprouting. Where is Noah? Sorry to keep harping on it, but he has such little game that I'm calling him Nifty Noah from now on. Actually, I'm not sorry.

Who's gonna be the rapist? We're batting .500 with the appearance of Pattycakes.

Well, it's gotta be the one with the ombre hair. No, wait, they BOTH now have ombre hair. How about the one who carried Adam's baby? No, that won't work. Sorry, I got nuthin'.

If he can thumb-dance, it's not far off from voguing.