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Probably. I once garnered applause from surrounding passengers when I demanded that a father do something about his two devil spawn who were making our lives miserable while he ignored them in favor of eating his breakfast. As noted above, this ongoing trend in commercials where abdication of parental responsibility - to correct children's behavior, to make them eat a balanced meal, etc. - is presented as the norm, the effects of which the rest of us are just supposed to suffer gladly, is thoroughly aggravating.

I don't even remember Alpha or Trevor. Monday is one of my favorites. The Unnatural is not. Take out "oh, sorry, those last two are mine" and I'd love the baseball scene, though. Oh, hell - I still kind of love it anyway, because they're just so damn cute and had fun filming it. The opening scene in the basement is also cute, but it's pure David and Gillian rather than Mulder and Scully. Things like Arcadia, where people who have to go undercover act like caricatures of the roles they're supposed to be playing, tend to really bug me, but with M&S it sort of works because by this point they're so in their own little world that they really may be that out of touch. It took me a long time to come around on that episode, and there are still too many gender clichés on display even when they're not pretending, but it's now enjoyable to me.

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I'm a sucker for Airport and Airport '75, too. Also the original Poseiden Adventure. Okay, I kind of have a thing for '70s disaster movies. Earthquake, Towering Inferno, etc. Also, the original Piranha.

Pedro and Sean's commitment ceremony reminded me of the ones I attended around that time, and I didn't do my usual eye rolling at the warp speed of their relationship given Pedro knew his time was limited. When he died, it wasn't like losing someone I knew, but it was something more than a general "oh, that's too bad" feeling. I loved the SF season ... except for Puck. I didn't like Rachel, but I understood why she was part of the mix. Casting Puck was a stunt that should never have been pulled. And I'd have loved to see Pam at work; I understand they shot a fair bit of footage of that but never used it.

I'd think they're stained - although none of them in that commercial actually appear to be, for obvious reasons - but cleaned (went through the washer and dryer, then got tossed because they're permanently stained).

I saw it twice in the theatre - which is not something I am prone to doing - and then watched it almost weekly when I got the DVD. Like you, I had to take a break ... but now it has been a long time and I want to watch it again.

That Gandhi clue was terrible, and the show has resorted to a disturbing number of those in recent years -- putting up a picture of the person being sought, highlighting on a map the country that needs to be identified, etc. Jingoism as a triple stumper was rather surprising. I'm not a big Beatles fan, but I think that helped -- when I thought of one-word titles of Beatles songs, Help was the only one that came to mind.

The movie has been "in the pipeline" pretty much ever since series three went off the air, though; by the time it actually gets made - if it does - Chris Colfer will have probably fallen off the face of the earth.

When I came home from the midnight opening of IWTB, Agua Mala was on whatever station was still airing XF in the wee hours at the time. I realized that episode plays a lot better when watched under the euphoric influence of seeing M&S on the big screen again after many years. Otherwise, Mulder is annoying and there isn't enough good stuff to make up for that; it's just sort of there.

Although she initially conflates it with Lebanese, Blanche knows what lesbian means in the Jean episode ("isn't that where one woman and another woman ..."). But, yeah, she's rather slow on the uptake there for someone who in an earlier episode had been quick with a lesbian joke.

I missed a few bits here and there, but did they really do an entire episode about Bocephus and never once mention Hank Williams, Jr? I'm only a marginal fan of his music and even less fond of his politics, but, damn; at least have a song playing in the background.

Me too. Another UO: Trixie Belden made for a far better series of books than did Nancy Drew.

Yet only Brenda's resulted in a letter-writing campaign by pearl-clutching parents. I so loved the episode in which Brenda slept with Dylan for the first time. Sure, she gushed about a completely generic hotel room and somehow emerged without a single hair out of place, but she was completely confident in her decision and all giggly with her friends afterward -- extremely refreshing for television. But now I can't watch it without being pre-emptively annoyed by what's to come, in capitulation to the sexist twits who couldn't abide the thought of a teenage girl enjoying a sexual relationship. Among the main female characters, the show had two virgins and the reputed school slut, but tossing into that mix a girl happily engaged in a monogamous sexual relationship was apparently just too much.

That looks pretty similar to the way I make them. So it must be good, ha. Any crab cake recipe with a long list of ingredients, I just skip right past.

I watch for the clues, not the contestants, so I rarely care how long anyone does or doesn't stick around. I did get rather sick of Ken, though.

Ha! I don't remember Two Fathers/One Son at all, but Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas I do remember. That was a childhood tradition.

Haven't they done that before, though - using the same category title in both rounds, with it referring to one thing in the first round and another in the second? I like it.

The one that surprised me most was foyer. Kyoto was ridiculously over valued as a DD clue in DJ. The breech position clue was weird; I took Alex's point that "baby" had to appear in the answer, but at the point in time referenced by the clue, there was a fetus, not a baby.

Oh, I loathe that "like a lady" line with the heat of a nova. I actually find it offensive, and certainly out of line with what we know of Blanche.

Despite trying more than once, I can't get into Juno. I love the cast, and I'm generally good with films where everyone is much wittier and sharper than people actually are in real life, but I just can't get past how completely unbelievable I find it that she'd change her mind about the abortion.

I think they're both in the "there should not be beans in chili" camp; I know at least my dad is. (I eat neither beans nor chili, so I have no dog in this race.) I've decided to add beans to one of my usual sausage and greens soup recipes when it's time for the next soup - right now they're enjoying Ina's cream of wild mushroom. They also have Ina's spinach gratin to feed on (well, about 2/3 of the half batch; I kept some for myself). We all love dark, leafy greens and they're a good source of iron, and the cheese ... well, everyone needs a treat. So tonight my dad can just grill a steak, heat up some of the gratin and the last of some potato dish I spotted in their fridge yesterday, and add a few veggies to the bag of mixed salad greens I made up. Tomorrow I'm going to make a casserole and freeze half of it. I love the broccoli and raisin salad idea.

Pump's owners sent him to live with relatives, but I'm not sure if they admitted that on the show or just had to cop to it later after being chewed out from one end of the internet to the other.

I know Clue verbatim, and rather than being a stupid movie, I think its humor is actually quite sharp. There's wonderful social commentary mixed in with the fun. "Communism is just a red herring."

Speaking of air conditioning blasts ... I don't have air conditioning in my house, but I have one of those Mitsubishi Electric ductless AC units (which I can't recommend highly enough, btw) in my bonus room, which is connected to the garage and makes up the outer boundary of my backyard. I call it the cantina (it has a bar, pool table, fireplace, etc.). On the few days of the year it's just too hot in the house during the day, I put Maddie in the cantina, and used to do the same with both of them when Baxter was alive. Well, Bax had a comfortable temperature range of about 15 degrees; anything above or below that and he either huddled up or sought cool places. So he was always very excited for cantina time. So much so that he knew the exact spot on the floor the air would hit, and would thus run through the yard into the cantina, plop down on that spot and wait for me to turn on the air.