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I finally watched Mia's segment, but changed the channel after about two seconds of Precious' owner and her dipshit boyfriend. "It's me or the cat." Fool, bye. Mia's story gave us yet another clueless family, headed by a man who declares his intentions to dump the cat at the shelter should s/he not magically stop exhibiting the behaviors the owner induced. Let's see - a group of people who understand what fire is got out of the house, and a terrified little creature who has no idea what's happening was left behind for hours. Everybody lived someplace else for a time, and then upon returning to the repaired house the humans get living spaces and touches of home while the feline gets jack shit. Gee, I'm certainly stumped as to why she's acting out. But as much as I'm over these idiot owners, I'm also over Jackson as he plays for the cameras. The melodramatic pauses were one thing on their own, but now he's declaring that a cat is suffering flashbacks - which he knows by having walked through a simulated fire. And that poor cat was clearly terrified to begin with, nevermind by upset to her routine, and they haul in a production crew -- Jackson, at least two camera operators, a boom operator, lighting equipment and technician(s), etc. -- and call it help? I remain a fan of his as a behaviorist, but this show has long since crossed a line.

The ninja who replaces stolen items with new versions is in a series of Nationwide commercials, and the Lily who banters with Grant Hill and manages not to kill the fools who expect the entire world to whisper around their baby is in a series of ads for AT&T. I don't think they're the same actor.

Crisis. The pilot had some issues, but allowing for the inherent growing pains and knowing the series was planned for a self-contained 13-episode run, it gave the impression it could really be something interesting. Instead, it quickly revealed itself as a convoluted mess completely lacking in suspense.

"You're not getting into this bed." "Then where am I supposed to sleep?" "On the floor, like any dog."

I love WASP, and Two Weddings and Flashover are pretty good. I know many fans disagree, but I also enjoy the two-parter with Susannah Thompson. I think the show started strong out of the gate, and thus really enjoy season one. I find the first five seasons fairly consistent, with one through four being the strongest, and season six is when it really started showing its age (but I absolutely love Officer Down).

They were, but in this period of the show it still featured people doing so in the genuine way one goes about finding one's identity at that age rather than the calculated method of playing a pre-scripted role showcased now. It could be cringeworthy at the time, but it was relatable. And in hindsight, given modern "reality" television, it's refreshing. Ha - I had forgotten that. The silly moments were always so much fun; I adored the "Shit They Should Have Shown" specials for the plethora of such random moments.

As much as I couldn't stand that show for the dynamics of their on-screen marriage, I nevertheless agree -- a beautiful moment. Since heaven forbid we hear the word "pregnant" on television back then, one must be extra creative in delivering the news. This was perfectly them.

I only watched in bits and pieces, and only the first half or so, but I had some sympathy for the guy whose partner needed him to do things like put her shoes on for her. She's putting her health at risk in a major way (and, why, exactly, was she intending to go ahead with that second pregnancy?!) and turning him into a caretaker to boot. The other guy, though? Absolutely disgusting. Meeting his mom, it's plain to see how he got that way. Yeah, she needed to get in better shape, but it was hardly the dire situation he made it out to be. Even if it was, the way he expressed himself would be unacceptable. I don't think he had any genuine concern for her health or happiness. I would hope the update at the end (which I didn't see) revealed that the woman had dumped his ass, but I know better than to do that to myself.

Yes, it is already being filmed.

"I don’t really mind Clayton being homosexual, I just don’t like him dating men." "You really haven’t grasped the concept of this 'gay' thing yet, have you, Blanche?" "Well there must be homosexuals who date women." "Yeah. They’re called lesbians."

Another one I've been known to paraphrase for my own purposes is Lionel Tribbey's response to Leo's admonition that we practice tolerance for those whose beliefs differ from our own: "I believe as long as Justice Dreifort is intolerant towards gays, lesbians, blacks, unions, women, poor people, and the First, Fourth, Fifth and Ninth Amendments, I will remain intolerant towards him."

As someone who is not a big fan of movie musicals, I think of them as films in which characters routinely burst into song to further the story along. A film including a character who is an amateur or professional singer, shown performing on stage - not a musical, just a film that includes a bit more music than most. For me, it's about characters using song instead of dialogue to tell the audience a story. My favorites are Love Me Tonight, Chicago and The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. That's about it; it's just not my genre, as I always want to ask, "Why are you randomly singing right now?" I'm more open to it on stage, although my favorites list there isn't much longer.

Having watched more than one man stand in front of an open refrigerator as if items were going to magically move themselves and jump out at him, I like that one, with her wondering where her son gets this behavior ... and then the tree whence the apple fell walks in. And since all she does is open the smaller door for each of them, instead of saying, "Look in the other section, dumbass," I'm not mad at her.

He's what passes for a major national reporter these days, not a buffoon from some little-watched niche show, and he's far from alone in asking women - but not men - that type of question. It's maddening.

Eating a late-night, simple dinner reminds me ... I roast chicken just about as often as Ina does, and I always make chicken salad sandwiches from the leftover breast meat. I change up the formula based on what I have on hand at the time, but I concur with her that the best chicken salad must contain tarragon.

I know it's cliché, but I swear I could climb a mountain to that song.

It's always pictures that get to me. The home movies at the end of Philadelphia left me unable to get out of my seat until several minutes after the credits stopped rolling. And that was fiction; seeing actual candids of someone who really died ... forget it.

I haven't seen the show in what seems like eons, and only caught parts of tonight's episode. Congrats, Tigershark. I cannot believe they put up pictures of Putin and Ahmadinejad. Why bother having the text of the clue?

Her coverage and analysis of US Supreme Court decisions is highly accessible, so I'm looking forward to this.

I'm tired just reading that.

Burt Reynolds: Which one is the slut? All, with hands raised: I am!

F is for the Flatbush subway station, where, at the top of the stairs, Sal repeatedly forgot to set the brakes on Sophia's mother's wheelchair.

The show had a few different music supervisors over the course of its run, one of whom went on to do the film Easy A, which I think makes terrific use of music. They all have a pretty impressive list of credits, so it's no wonder the music was consistently good on Cold Case.

I didn't see that one, so I can only imagine how obnoxious they were in expressing it, but if they were planning to buy an RV then space for an RV pad would be appropriately-placed on their "must have" list of wants. Yes, some people store them elsewhere, but generally find it a royal pain -- one has to go get it, hope to find a legal place to park it while loading it up, and repeat the process upon coming home. It's far more convenient to have it on site; the rigmarole of off-site storage has led people I know to decide weekend jaunts weren't worth it, and in some cases even led to either moving or selling the RV.

Judging by the promo, Jane will find it difficult to keep her pregnancy a secret because she will be subjected to every cliched danger a pregnant television character can face.