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I wasn't a fan, but I still said, "Oh no" upon seeing the headline. What a shame.

I fry my corn tortillas to what I'd call medium -- crunchy, but flexible. And while I put shrimp tacos on my list of things I can never get sick of, it's more accurately: shrimp or chicken tacos of nearly-infinite varieties, or my mom's version of beef tacos.

For me, it's that character as a gentleman - as Loy went on to say, those "often attributed but seldom possessed" qualities of great style, class and breeding - and his self-deprecating charm that make Powell so delightful to watch.

WotC, one of my favorites. "Smart is sexy." I rave about this all the time, but I haven't yet done it here, so ... I love that Gillian just keeps going when the cars crash into each other behind her (at the convenience store). That crash wasn't supposed to happen, but she just looks back, makes sure no one is dead, and carries on.

Yeah, there's a boxed set that includes all six Thin Man films plus biographical specials on Powell and Loy. It was originally packaged with each DVD in its own case, and then they put out a cheaper version where there is just one case with different sleeves for each DVD. The only one of the 14 films not out on DVD is The Senator Was Indiscreet (which wasn't a Powell/Loy collaboration, but a Powell film with a Loy cameo). There is a Powell/Loy boxed set containing Manhattan Melodrama, Evelyn Prentice, Double Wedding, I Love You Again and Love Crazy. I'm not sure if Libeled Lady is available individually, but it is available as part of a Jean Harlow boxed set (which also contains Wife vs. Secretary, one of my favorite Loy/Gable films). The Great Ziegfeld is available individually.

That commercial is great! Those three players - Heath Shuler, Matt Leinart and Brian Bosworth ("The Boz") were college superstars who flamed out in the NFL. To see them poking fun at themselves just made my morning; thanks for posting.

Or their "friendship" is actually some jealous, catty, competitive thing that seems to be some twisted fantasy of TV writers. I love that Maura and Jane are real friends, who love, support and tease each other, who talk about things other than men, and who occasionally fall out but are committed to repairing the friendship because they value it and understand how important it is to both their lives. Their friendship is why I put up with so much of this show being stupid.

You went backwards, Maherjunkie; we need H, not F. :-) H is for Harry Weston, who Blanche never managed to get into bed.

I love him as "Willoughby, Ward Willoughby" in Love Crazy. Of all the falls on that rug, his is the best. And his first scene with Myrna Loy has me laughing the entire time, no matter how often I watch the film.

Since I love them both so much and they both encompass such a wide variety of dishes, I could never get sick of Mexican or Thai food. Specific dishes I could never get sick of: shrimp tacos, pad thai, fettucine alfredo, chicken cordon bleu, panang, kung pao, crab cakes Ingredients I could use every day (or at least every day they're in season) in something and not get sick of: shrimp, chicken, spinach, cilantro, garlic, cheese, bacon, tomatoes, scallops, mushrooms, mango, strawberries

This is so hard to narrow down for me, and I can't get any further than a tie between Mexican and Thai.

Night Nurse is one of those films I have to watch whenever I come across it. I love pre-Code Stanwyck.

"Say, how many drinks have you had?" "This will make six martinis." "Alright, will you bring me five more martinis, Leo? Line them right up here." And then, of course: "What hit me?" "The last martini." I might have had a chance at productivity had I gone outside during Double Wedding, as it's my least favorite of their comedies, but that's kind of like saying milk chocholate is my least-favorite chocolate ... I may not eat/watch it as much as the rest, but I still like it ... so I missed my window -- I'll never tear myself away from the rest of the line-up. Ben just made a mistake in introducing I Love You Again. He explained the twist on the typical amnesia storyline -- that Powell's character getting clonked on the head at the beginning of the film causes him not to lose his memory, but to regain it. True, but he went on to say Larry discovers he's spent the past 10 years living someone else's life, and that someone is a con man. Wrong -- his real identity is as a con man, who - suffering from amnesia - has been living the life of his exact opposite, an uptight bore. I love this film. For Loy and Powell, obviously -- and, as a side note, she is even more beautiful than usual here -- but also for Powell and Frank McHugh, who are highly entertaining together. "Boy, eighteen days alone on a boat is certainly a long time to be alone on a boat for eighteen days."

Yeah, even when they're in season, the watermelons at the store are awfully bland. I get mine from a local grower who is one of the few people still growing the kind with seeds, and they're delicious. A little salt, sitting outside after dinner -- it's like childhood.

I woke up about 10:00 this morning, lay there contemplating which flower bed I wanted to work on today, remembered it was Bill Powell's SUTS day, turned on TCM to see the block of films with Myrna Loy was underway, tried to tell myself I have them all on DVD and really need to get those beds planted ... but wound up making a Bloody Mary and settling in for Libeled Lady. I can't quit those two.

Most of the original fans likely know this, but for new fans or those who weren't immersed in the media at the time ... Back in these early days of the series, in scenes where Mulder and Scully were walking somewhere, Gillian was instructed to walk a few paces behind David (prompting her lovely "It's like India" remark). No wonder she missed seeing the weird shit go down over and over -- she was pretty much always behind.

As evidenced by this thread, there are all sorts of things I don't like that other people do, and people have listed as hates things I love, but I'm well aware that's just how life goes. Ambrosia, however, is one of the few things I just don't understand. My mom loves it, as did my grandpa, so she'd make it for holiday dinners sometimes. My dad doesn't care for it, but I cannot even stand to have it near me on the table. I find the idea of it revolting. I'm truly blown away that people eat it.

I don't generally have a problem keeping mine looking spiffy, but when I do get one of those stubborn brown spots, I use meat tenderizer (and water) to get it up.

"I was taking some classes at Miss McGuyver’s Finishing School. And one night Bobby Joe Springer had escorted me back to my dormitory after the annual Fine Manners Ball when an innocent goodnight kiss developed into an evening of passion. But at 3AM, the door flung open and there stood Miss McGuyver makin’ one of those bed checks she was famous for. Well, I tried to handle the whole thing like a lady -- I waved politely over Bobby Joe’s shoulder with my foot. But she was unmoved. Next day she sat me down, gave me a stern lecture, and kicked me out of school. Only I didn’t care ... I knew what ecstasy was."

While I love lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, mussels, scallops, abalone and squid and like clams and crawfish (although I'll admit I didn't try the latter until my first trip to New Orleans), I don't much care for fish. I'll eat tuna, halibut, catfish or salmon if it's served to me, but there better be some sauce I can load up on or lots of breading. And I don't even like being in a sushi restaurant; I smell fish for days. Like someone above, I don't like cooked fruit. So I don't like fruit pie, and when people put fruit on the grill at a barbecue for dessert, I make sure to snatch some first to eat cold. I love most vegetables, and like most of them either raw or cooked, but once you cook a carrot I cannot stand it anymore. I get tired of answering "You don't like carrots?" I love carrots, just not cooked. I don't like cooked cabbage, either, other than Brussels sprouts. I'm not a big fan of cooked tomatoes, but it can be okay in certain recipes - on a pizza, or baked stuffed with spinach and parmesan. I would rather skip the meal than eat pot roast, meatloaf, chili, or beef stew. I love a good steak or burger, but a lot of other beef dishes are not at all my taste.

At least that's the only time he's doing it to be obnoxious. The rest of the time he's just oblivious or doesn't mean anything by it. But that Okobogee move is so inappropriate. I hate especially when men do that to women, and especially in a workplace situation. That scene bugs me, but I love the look on her face.

I'm hoping Jane's foster parent idea lasts about as long as it does on every other show - one episode. We finally get rid of the stupid pregnancy storyline, only to move into this? I'm sure in the final ten minutes a terrific home will magically become available for the girl, and Jane will realize it's for the best. Maura wanting to foster her might be more believable, but whatever - can we please get back to Jane and Maura just solving crimes and being friends?! From the promo, I'm expecting this to be a cavalcade of clichés, but last week's episode was enjoyable in spite of its tired tropes, so I'll wait and see.

I hate beans of any kind. Which means I hate chickpeas, which means I hate hummus. Which seemingly every person I know puts out as a snack. I have never liked spaghetti, whatever the sauce. My mom is a very good cook and makes a meat sauce that people rave over, but my childhood memories of spaghetti nights are of devouring salad and garlic bread and suffering through the small portion of spaghetti I was made to eat. The very smell of most vinegars makes me gag. Even the 10:1 diluted white vinegar I use to wash my windows requires me to hold my breath. This trend of drinking apple cider vinegar to cure all ills? I'll just die younger, thank you. I like balsamic, and I can handle rice vinegar or red wine vinegar mixed in with other things. But the rest, no. I think that's part of the reason I also hate mustard. As for unpopular likes, I put mayonnaise on my hamburger and hot dog buns. That's not particularly odd here in Los Angeles, but I get some serious looks elsewhere. But since I hate mustard and don't much care for ketchup, mayo is my go-to condiment.

I like egg whites, pretty much any style, but not yolks - I cannot stand the taste of egg yolk. Which is easily accommodated now, but as a kid I could basically only eat eggs at home because back then if you asked in a restaurant if your omelette, scrambled eggs or whatever could be made with the egg whites only, the server looked at you like you had two heads.

What's something everyone around you seems to love, but you can't stand? What do you love to eat that has your family, friends and coworkers turning up their noses? This is what gets me the most "How can you not like that?!" reactions: I don't like potatoes. In any way, shape or form other than a french fry cut so thin and cooked so crispy it no longer tastes like a potato. I also don't eat cereal, because the entire concept of floating crunchy food in milk is bizarre to me. I ate some dry as a kid when I'd spend the night at someone's house where that's what they had for breakfast, but I don't remember what kinds and I didn't care for any of them.