Mindymoo

I have a question. I distinctly remember Gillian's story being that the Commodore drunkenly picked her out of a chorus line, and that's where Nucky procured her for him. This story was told some time in the first or second season. So where the hell did this parade shit come from? I was okay with the ending at first, but the more I think about it, the more I don't like it. Yes, Tommy could be there trying to discover where he came from, to find some kind of connection. But if the plan was to kill Nucky, what would the motive be? Could he really have garnered a lot of knowledge from his early memories with Gillian? Would she really have told him anything about Nucky at all? And if he didn't plan on killing Nucky, but rather was giving him a chance to "do the right thing" and was just rejected by him, why on earth would he think that Nucky owed a stranger anything at all? He had already given him a shit ton of money as a severance. Then he comes back for more of, what exactly? You couldn't just be up front about who you are? You can call it karma if you want, but it doesn't gel at all for me. It was a cheap gotcha moment. Nucky being taken down by the IRS would have made more sense to me, since those men who rushed to him were IRS agents, and he did deal in a lot of shady shit. I loved this season, I loved a lot of the finale, but that ending was fucky.

I was mesmerized by Mateo's filthy jacket. It was all I could focus on whenever the camera was on him. Who the hell shows up to court like that? And the sponge reminded me of the Nick Kroll character Bobby Bottleservice.

Same here. My favorite part was when Victor flubbed and called his projects a show, and Scott commented about this is all a show now, and he said something about how they are filming it for the country music channel. That, and the mixing up the fat attractive bully for a pregnant woman, so he ended up giving him a massage.

They were full on in the "Most Dangerous Game" territory. It's pretty freaking terrifying.

I watched it! And it was one of my favorite episodes the show has ever done. The Victor Ramos segment was so demented and hilarious that even Scott and Reggie were close to breaking. Steven Yeun was laughing on the couch too. He was hilarious as well. I loved the conspiracy theorist Chumley. Everything about the episode was pitch perfect for me.

Bugs are an excellent source of protein. I have never foraged for them, but we eat them in so many parts per million in our food every day. Carl was about to eat a can of Alpo for Pete's sake, so why not bugs or tree bark in this sort of situation?

The only time I've been able to hand-wave cannibalism was in the times where the cannibalized were already dead. Like the soccer players whose plane crashed in the Andes Mountains. Since we saw them eating Bob while he was still alive, and killing in order to eat, I can't condone that. I would starve or eat my shoes before I resorted to that. Too bad they're not eating the brains- then there's a chance they'd get kuru.

Since I mentioned it in the "Strangers" episode thread, here is a bit of my thinking on my freshwater island plan. I am someone whose grandparents survived the concentration camps in WWII. They moved to the states with nothing after living in a refugee camp in Germany, and ended up building a cabin the the UP on 36 acres of land. There is a street up there with my family's last name. Because of them, I have known how to forage for safe mushrooms and berries, as well as fish and ice fish, ever since I was young. I am also a really good kayaker. So due to this knowledge, a pretty sustainable living situation could be created on one of the 35k islands in the great lakes. They aren't all yachting communities. Most of them aren't. Some of them are currently uninhabited wildlife preserves. You have all of the wood you need to create a shelter if you are on one of those uninhabited islands. With the work of a good group of people, it could be sustainable.

It doesn't necessarily have to be a tropical island. Head north. There are islands in the Great Lakes you could live on. I live in Toledo, Ohio, right near Maumee Bay on Lake Erie. Yes, it's a cespool. But fifty minutes away is the Ambassador Bridge into Canada. 30km from that, you are on the Lake Erie coast, and the water is no longer so gross. It's actually blue. There are islands all over. 35,000 in the Great Lakes, which is the greatest fresh water resource at your fingertips. Just bring warm clothes.

I would personally get my group in search of a boat, find a map, navigate to an island with a fresh water resource, kill off the walkers on that island, and set up camp there. You could fish, grow food, and be pretty isolated from people such as the Termites. Ah, who am I kidding? I'd have killed myself on day one of the outbreak.

Elizabeth Taylor. Especially in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." I had just seen a brilliant production of the show in Stratford, Ontario about a month before I saw her in that movie, with the original script with the gay subtext, and her portrayal of Maggie had me wanting to rip my hair out. No one should do that to a Tennessee Williams character. I just don't think she was a good actress, or a great beauty. Highly overrated in every way.

I really want to know the backstory behind the estranged father and now estranged siblings. What an awful thing to do to your sister, especially when you promised her you would absolutely NOT do that to her. Yeah buddy, sure, your dad left the motorcycle in your name after he hasn't seen you since 82 and you haven't spoken since who knows when. What an asshole.

Too bad Drew didn't know about the prehistoric giant sloths. There were at least 23 different types of them, related to both the modern day bradypus and choloepus sloths. They weighed around 800 lbs, were between 2.5 and 3 meters tall, were herbivores, and existed in South America prior to the ice age. (Sorry, I'm obsessed with sloths. They are my favorite animal on the planet.) He could have used that for some inspiration. I was really hoping for a well-done sloth, and was so disappointed with the result. You could have even made a cute sloth monster, whose cuteness blinded hypnotized you and threw you off guard so it could destroy everything in its path. Not that a sloth would ever do anything like that- they are kind, gentle, slow, and only poop once a week. Dina is amazing, is in my top three favorite contestants of all time, and I hope she wins the whole shebang. I wish that the judges would have commented on the mantis butt though. She put a lot of work into that!

It would be like the Talky Tina episode of "The Twilight Zone", only Chalky's daughter's doll doesn't talk!

So I got to use my "Heil Hipster" even sooner than I thought!

My parents had me under their insurance, with me being paying every month, so that's how I probably got around it.

Too bad they can't just do what they did in "Shaun of the Dead", where they study the movements of the zombies, make zombie noises, and move like zombies to get from point A to point B. Then they wouldn't have to get all of the petrified flesh all over them.

Since Gareth coming back seems to be an inevitability, I want someone to yell "Heil Hipster!" Okay, just me then?

I live in Ohio, and purchased a car from my brother two and a half years ago. I had my permit, but didn't get my license until this June. My wife drove the car until then, but they allowed me to register it, pay the taxes on it, get the stickers, etc. As long as I wasn't the one driving it without a licensed driver in the passenger seat, it was fine. I learned to drive in that car, and now it's all dandy. The law was the same when my brother bought his first car in 1997, when he had his permit, but couldn't get his license until 1998.

After being raped by Uncle Ernie, taken to a prostitute and drugged by his step-dad, exploited by his parents for money once he gets his senses back, Tommy Walker from Tommy still stands by his Uncle Ernie, mother and step-dad. When they're all killed at the end, (Tommy excluded) I cheered because he was finally free of those poisonous people. (Just to be honest, the Broadway musical adaptation makes it ten times worse.)

I make a pumpkin roll every Thanksgiving, which is saved by the cream cheese frosting. I am just not a pumpkin person. I have family in Florida who start obsessing over fall in late July, and about how they are now serving pumpkin spice lattes at Starbucks, and it just makes me want to fly down there to strangle them. I don't care that it is 100 degrees every day where you are, let me enjoy the last bits of my summer, you assholes. And then pumpkin season lasts for six months and I can't stand it.

Well, I'm sobbing now.

Considering that their son was born with congenital syphilis, I would think that Mae would have had to contract it as well.

According to a biography I read, Al Capone contracted syphilis before he met Mae, his wife. He had a thing for sleeping around prior to and after getting married. Since he got the syphilitic insanity, I am surprised that living with syphilis for nearly three decades didn't cause saddle nose as well. Congenital syphilis didn't cause his son's deafness though- that was from an infection his son got when he was seven. (I know way too much about Al Capone.) During his constipation scene, I thought "too bad you weren't doing blow in the 80s. The baby laxative they cut the coke with would have cured that in an instant."