Milk and Cigarettes

Rambles about stuff I like.


The worst kind of home accident there can be is something wrong with the water heater.

That’s what my day has been about. And it hasn’t been fun so far.

Here’s the skinny: Get up, drink coffee for an hour, take a mighty dump, then go to the gym. Fine. Have a good workout. Get back from the gym. Shovel. Fine, now it’s time to shower.

Shower starts off… not great. The handle’s turned WAY to the side, but the water’s not very hot. Oh well, hop in. Water’s just about luke warm. Whatevs – let’s put in some shampoo. As I put in the shampoo, I turn the shower head to the side. So I don’t realize just how cold the water is getting. So I turn to the ol wash-poof, put some soap on that and lather up. Oooh, lots of lather, got to make sure I’m clean.

That’s when I reach out to test the water – it’s ice friggin cold. I’m unbelievably soapy, and now I’ve got to take a cold shower. Rough. I turn the shower head towards me, and the water hits my skin. It is crazy cold.

As fast I can, I run water through my hair, scrub my legs and arms free of soap – my fingers are feeling like they do when I go outside in the winter without gloves. I can feel my heart beating in my chest, as I frantically try and get the soap off me. My muscles are all tensed, I’m mouth breathing loudly as the icy water washes over me. It’s excruciating.

So that’s when I knew that something was wrong with the water heater. 

I head downstairs to the basement – oh crap, fucking flooded. Well, not entirely flooded, but all around the water heater is a bunch of water on the floor. But in between me and the water heater is a pile of stuff. So now, I have to move the stuff that’s getting soaked onto dry land in order to get to the water heater. And I have to take off my shoes to do this. So I keep dipping my feet in dirty, freezing cold floor water as I carry stuff from the flooded part of the basement to the part that doesn’t have water on the floor.

Christ. Now I call the energy company, and so the plumber will be here between 1:00 and 5:00. So all those errands I was going to do this afternoon, well that’s gone. Oh, and I get to pay handsomely to have this plumber come by and tighten a valve, or whatever the problem is.

Happy fucking Friday!

Christ. Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow morning, and the plumber will be here today instead of next week. I should look on the bright side, at least the whole tank didn’t drain and ruin the entire basement. There’s a million other scenarios that could’ve been way, way worse than what I have to deal with.

But what I have to deal with is still pretty shitty.

Moving on – well, what else is going on? The Sens played last night, and got mercilessly beaten 6 to 1 by the Detroit Red Wings. We’ve got to play much, much better if we’re even going to make the playoffs. Hey, once we’re in the playoffs, anything can happen. But we’ve got to get to the playoffs first.

What else – ooh, I just started playing this awesome new game called Antichamber. In fact, I made a Let’s Play about it, which I’ll totally just embed into this post:

Sweet. It’s a mind-bending type of game. Ostensibly, the purpose is to reach the exit. But every level has got it’s own physical reality, and you have to maneuver through the levels to get to the exit. But maneuver isn’t the right word, because each level has “traps” – not traps that can kill you, but traps which send you in the wrong direction.

Well, that’s what I’ve gleamed about the game so far. It’s pretty trippy, and I’m looking forward to doing my next Let’s Play.

Just as soon as the Goddamn plumber gets here. Oy!


February 28, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Happy One-Year Anniversary: A Ramble.

Hey, it’s my one-year anniversary! Huzzah! Hard to imagine I’ve spent a whole year toodling in front of a keyboard, entertaining people with my word droppings. So Happy Anniversary to me! 

According to the archives, I’ve written 166 posts. (Not including todays.) This works out to about an average of a post every other day. Not too shabby. I’m sure I’d do better if I were to write everyday, so I’ll start giving that a try.

Anyhoo, since it’s my one-year anniversary, I’ve chosen to write about the subject that is most interesting to me. Namely, me. And my awesome life and how it’s going.

I’ve just been given another teaching gig for the summer. Same class as last year, so that’s easy money. Plus, since I’ve taught it before now I know what works and what doesn’t. 

Of course, it would be nice to graduate and get a job and move back into a place of my own. I think I’ve basically figured out my thesis, I just need to write it up and shore up one of the ideas of the proof. Then I can get a post-doc or a professorship or something. That’d be sweet.

Anyhoo, moving on – I can’t think about math right now because then I’ll think of my problem and then I’ll try and solve it.

That’s basically my main marketable skill, is that I can solve problems. If my life were a cool, HBO-type show, I’d be an assassin or a “fixer” or something cool. As it is, I know how to solve math problems. It’s basically almost exactly like that show Numb3rs. (Aside, I pronounce this show “numb-three-ers”, and recommend not watching it.)

But life is a movie. All we see and know is through our own collective senses. I see my reality, and my reality conforms to my beliefs. Confirmation bias. 

I can influence my reality by what I fervently believe. If I “know” I’m going to do something, then I’m going to do it. 

We can instill belief in ourselves through the use of repetitive autosuggestion. If you repeat to yourself, out loud, every morning and night, a series of positive beliefs, and look for ways to instill these beliefs in your self, then you can believe anything. Which means you can achieve anything.

The human potential is limitless when faced with goals, a plan, desire, beliefs and the willingness to work. That’s the hard part, the work. You have to fight against your basic nature every morning, when the comfy bed gravitational anomaly hits, and you’re hitting snooze every 9 minutes. You have to force yourself, day in, day out, to do the work that will enable you to achieve your goals.

And then the more you practice at working at your goals, the better you get at them.

Wow – total ramble. For me, I’ve got to get focused on updating my calendars, keeping up with my ToDo list, keeping up with my daily goals, keeping a food journal. Staying motivated, acknowledging that I’m progressing towards my goals every day and that I will succeed no matter what as long as I do a little each day.

It’s consistency! Goals are all about consistency! Little actions, repeated daily, can move mountains.

This has been a cannabis influenced ramble about goals. I’ve got leg day tomorrow, early to bed tonight!


February 25, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A ramble about True Detective and HP Lovecraft.

Well, that’s enough slacking for one month.

Maaaaaan, have you been watching True Detective? That show is crazy! It’s so intense – I haven’t seen episode 6 yet, I’ll be able to watch that one tonight, but last show some bad juju started going down.

The setup is that our two heroes, Marty and Rust (played by Woody Harrelson and Matthew McConaughey, respectively) are FBI guys on the trail of a crazy satanic killer. Well, early in episode 5, they find the killer and execute him, ’cause he’s such a bad guy. Then we’re lead to think that that’s the end of all those satanic murders. 

But NOPE! Midway through the episode, a few years pass and things start going sideways. Marty’s daughter is 16 and acting out. (Dressing all goth and getting spit roasted in the back of cars.) Because of this, some suspicion is cast Marty’s way – because lurking all around the killer was the threat of some crazy cult that may or may not abuse children. (Plus there was that weird incident with Marty’s father in law.)

Anyhoo, Rust flips out on one suspect that he’s grilling when the suspect mentions “The Yellow King” and how the satanic murders aren’t over. This makes Rust unhappy. But the next day, when Rust comes back to re-interview the suspect, as it happens, the suspect has killed himself. Very shady.

So now, in present times, it looks like the two black guys who are talking to Rust and Marty look like they want to setup Rust as the original satanic killer. And now I don’t know who’s the badguy and who’s the good guy – could Rust be the killer? Are there heavy people involved, maybe in law enforcement, who want to shut the door on this satanic case so that it doesn’t get investigated further. And why did Rust and Marty have a falling out in the first place? Will Marty’s daughter stop being such a slut?

Questions questions questions! This show is phenomenal for drawing the attention of the viewer one way, then immediately taking them in a different direction. There’s only 3 episodes left – what’s gonna happen! I’m figuratively on the edge of my seat every week waiting for the next episode. Oh man, tonight’s episode is gonna be so awesome!!

One thing I read online about TD is it’s tangential connection to the H. P. Lovecraft mythos. Apparently in one of Lovecraft’s books, there was a “Cult of Cthulu” which arose in the backwoods swamps of Louisiana. (Coincidentally, that’s where the action takes place in TD!) – Anyhoo, one name that keeps getting repeated in TD is the “Yellow King”, which sorta sounds like a book of horror called, “The King In Yellow”. Now, Lovecraft read “The King in Yellow” and adopted some of its elements for his Cthulu mythos. So maybe TD is about to get super dark and scary with some Lovecraftian elements. Or the badguy in TD is a weird, Cthulu loving crazy sort of person.

Either way, 3 episodes to go and I’m willing to bet that crazy stuff is going to happen. Crazy, dark, messed up, scary, “Why am I watching this before bed” type of stuff.

It’s going to be great!

February 24, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Slacking continues unabated

The hiatus continues. I proved a huge thing and now am swamped with stuff. By Monday I should be free and clear and then back to making up words and loving to hate television~

February 20, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Yet another brief hiatus

More hiatuses! What is this, a union job!?

Working on a math talk which I give on Friday. Back to intermittent blogging afterwards.

February 12, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Cooklympics ramble

I used to sort of take pride in not being able to cook. But I’m slowly warming to the idea that being able to cook awesome and delicious food is a worthy skill to possess.

Now, seasoned cooks won’t be amazed at the limited number of dishes I can prepare, but I’m pretty darn pleased with myself and some of the things I’ve been able to make.

My newest taste sensation is called a “Grilled Cheese.” Delicious and fattening. Here’s how I do it: heat up a frying pan, throw in a tablespoon of butter, once the butter’s melted in the pan, drop in a couple pieces of bread, then lay some cheese on top. When the bread is crispy brown, put one piece of bread on top of the other. Delicious.

I’m sure my transcendental recipe won’t make, “World’s Awesomest Cook” anytime soon, but I’m still happy with myself. I used to make grilled cheeses by putting cheese on bread and then microwaving it. That pales in comparison to the frying pan and butter method. For me, at least, it’s a step towards real cookery.

The absolute best thing I can make is a couple of fried eggs. I do ’em nice and light, with runny yolks. Delicious! God eggs are so good. I like ’em with Naan bread and peanut butter (food of the gods.) So yeah, my foray into the world of cooking consists of easy-to-make dishes and a frying pan. But I’m learning.

Of course, my greatest taste creation was maple bacon, made in the oven. I used to make bacon in the microwave, it’s super fast and easy – but in the oven, takes a bit longer, but it’s still super easy. Plus, I get to coat the bacon with maple syrup this way.

Anyhoo, what am I trying to say? I’m saying, I’m not a good cook, I can’t make a lot of dishes, but the stuff I can make tastes good and I like to eat it.Yeah!

Moving on – so The Olympics are going on now, which means no NHL for another two weeks. Sure, there’s Olympic hockey, but that’s sort of meaningless. If Canada wins the gold, or at least makes it into the gold medal game, I’ll probably watch it, but the victory is ultimately hollow for me. I mean, Olympic hockey is good hockey, but no one’s playing for the Stanley Cup. Heck, I might even go for Sweden ’cause Karlsson is playing for them. 

But yeah, no more NFL, no NHL for two weeks – and like hell I’m gonna watch “The Slalom” or “Luge” or any of the myriad sports I don’t really care about. I’m glad this is the last time the NHL goes to the Olympics, there’s too much of a risk of injury to the players who aren’t playing for the Stanley Cup.

Well, how to pass the time until hockey comes back? I could throw myself into my own physical fitness routine – especially now that I’ve had my ultrasound and I’m assuming everything is fine. Looking forward to getting back into the gym and lifting a bunch of weight. Did some deadlifts this morning, happy about that. Working out with my trainer tomorrow morning, very happy about that too. Well, I will be once the workout is over – it’s always a brutal workout with the trainer. 

What else? Oh, I’ve dropped watching Community. I made it to the 5th season where Donald Glover and Chevy Chase left the show and I find that I just don’t care anymore. Oh well, there’s a new True Detective tonight, so there’s that to look forward to.

February 9, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Community, PSH and Sleep ramble.

Welp, I lazy-ed out of yesterday’s blog. So today’s is gonna be twice as good! I hope…

Anyhoo, there’s a legit conspiracy about PSH and heroin and stuff. Find it n’yah. I haven’t read it, ’cause it’s long and involved, but it’s basically what I said last time. Philip Seymour Hoffman got iced by Scientology goons ’cause they didn’t like him making fun of L. Ron Hubbard. (Or something, I haven’t read it, but that’s almost certainly what it says.)

Anyhoo, it reminds me of that scene in Family Guy where Lois says something and then Peter goes, “No sweetie. It was Philip Seymour Hoffman.” Then taps her nose condescendingly while saying, “Philip. Seymour. Hoffman.” But I can’t find the clip, so we’ll just leave it there.

Moving on – I’ve been listening non-stop to a sludge metal/stoner metal song called Dopesmoker, by the band Sleep. It’s a monster of a song. Clocking in at 63 minutes of sludge-y fury. Lessee if I can embed a video of the song..

Ok. Apparently all I have to do is plonk down the URL and WordPress will automatically embed it. We’ll see. If not, click that link up above.

Anyhoo, Dopesmoker is pretty hypnotic. I’ve had the main riff in my head all day. Oh, and coincidentally it’s 4:20 right now. How’s that for some synchronicity.

What else? Man, I’ve been plowing through Community lately. I’m almost done the 4th season, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t really care anymore. The first season there were actual laugh out loud moments – but I’m barely paying attention anymore. Everyone’s become a caricature of themselves, and it’s just wacky plot shenanigans after wacky plot shenanigans.

Although, one thing I do like is the non-stop parodies of television, TV formats and various movies. Community is pretty adventurous in it’s story format – similar to the bold choices made by American Dad. But Community is just a little too wholesome for my tastes. And nowhere near as funny as American Dad.

Of course, my favorite character on Community is almost certainly Abed. I too enjoy looking at the world through tv-tinged glasses, much to my detriment. I also like Annie – I’m a big fan of girls who are smart and earnest. The character Troy is alright, but he’s just presented as an immature man-child, which is what Abed is there for really. Jeff is an ok character as well, as the leader of the group. But he’s usually just snarky and sarcastic and that gets grating awful quick. I don’t at all care for Shirley, Britta or Pierce.

I suppose if I watched the show with a bit more focus, I’d like it better. There are all kinds of callbacks to various episodes strewn throughout each episode, so I’m betting there’s probably a bunch of visual gags as well. I always sort of halfheartedly watch television – usually while surfing the net. So there’s a good chance that I’ve missed a lot of good gags. But that’s ok, I’d prefer the heightened sense of novelty to a visual gag.

That’s my 15! Twice as good, right!?

February 6, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A ramble about peanut butter, food of the Gods.

Let me tell you about the most perfect food ever created. It’s called peanut butter. Maybe you’ve heard of it? 

Man, PB is the greatest food there is, bar none. If you have a deadly peanut allergy, you should kill yourself by eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You may die, but what a way to go!

PB goes with just about friggin everything. For breakfast? Have PB on toast, put eggs on the toast, delicious. But PB doesn’t go well with just bread and eggs – have you ever had a bacon and PB sandwich!? Crap is that ever good. PB goes super well with salty, fatty meat – I haven’t tried it with chicken or turkey, but I’m willing to bet that it’d probably taste fantastic.

Here’s a great sandwich: toast yerself up some bread, add PB, bacon and a fried egg. Holy Hannah is that a mouthgasm and a half! If you had a big enough pan, you could toast the bread in butter (grilled cheese style) and lop on some PB right at the end, so the hot bread melts the PB. Nom nom nom nom! I’m hungry!

But PB doesn’t stop there, PB can jazz up your top Ramen. The Thai’s call it “Satay” sauce, I call it delicious. Next time you’re making Ramen (or spaghetti noodles, or whatever pasta) throw in a tablespoon or two of PB. The hot water will melt the PB, and it’ll thicken the broth and coat the noodles. Wooo! Goddamn that’s a tasty Ramen.

I think I also made PB rice at one point. Works best with minute rice. Once the rice is cooked, huck in a big scoop of PB. From bland to candy! 

Yyyyyeah, that’ll do about peanut butter, I think.

Or will it?! Did I mention that you can PB up any dessert to make it better? Got a couple chocolate chip cookies? Put some PB on one and make a double chocolate chip PB cookie sandwich! Mouth-watering and hella fattening. Delicious! Got a Kit Kat or other bar-based confectionary? Spread a little PB on it and watch your taste buds cry out in ecstatic voices! (The PB-ing up any dessert principle can also be applied to whipped cream.)

Seriously, you know what the best restaurant dessert is? It’s the Montana’s Mile High Mud Pie! 


Look at all that deliciousness! From the bottom upwards, we start with Oreo cookie crumb crust, followed by chocolate pie filling, then a huge chunk of frozen peanut butter, some mocha ice cream, a thick layer of chocolate icing, and topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce! It’s gotta be 3000 calories at least. And it is, BY FAR, the greatest dessert money can buy.

I’m always a little sad when I go out to Montana’s with friends or family, because inevitably I’ll get a mile high mud pie for dessert, but the waitress will bring more than one spoon. I am inherently dessert greedy, and I take it as a personal affront when someone wants a bite of my mile high mud pie. 

The only other dessert that comes close exists in my memory – when I was about 10, I went on a road trip with my dad to Toronto. We ate dinner one night at a place called, “Pete and Marty’s” or something along those lines. I had never heard of it before, and I haven’t seen one since. So I had a burger for dinner or whatever, but then when I ordered an ice cream sundae for dessert, they brought out the greatest ice cream sundae I have ever seen. I remember the sundae dish being about 2 feet high, layered with ice cream and super hot chocolate sauce, and whipped cream spilling over the side…

So yeah – that’s what I’m thinking about today. I’m a little hungry.


February 4, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

PSH on the opium trail.

Welp, that was a pretty disappointing performance yesterday by Peyton Manning. All I really wanted was an exciting game – blowouts are super-boring. And so that’s what that game was, ultimately – super-boring.

But on the plus side, I ate pulled pork, chicken wings, nachos, jalapeno poppers and a couple beer. It was a mighty meat-eating day, and that’s what it’s all about.

Anyhoo, back on the ol’ diet trail today. Of course, there’s plenty of leftovers from yesteday – but my diet is just maintaining a 2000 calorie ceiling, so I can eat whatever I want, as long as I stay below 2000 calories. Pretty glorious, as I had eggs and pulled pork for lunch today. Yowza is that ever good! Pulled pork is a pretty awesome dish.

Anyhoo, what else is going on in the world? Well, Phillip Seymour Hoffman died yesterday from a heroin overdose. As far as ways to die go, that’s a pretty stupid way to go. Especially if you’re 46, as PSH was. It’s not like he was a rock star who lived fast and died young. And judging by his weight, it’s not like he had been addicted to heroin for long – I mean, there aren’t a hell of a lot of fat heroin addicts walking around. Also, since PSH was rich, why couldn’t he afford some upper-grade heroin? The rumors I hear are that he shot up with a bad batch of heroin. I mean, hey, just go straight for opium or morphine or something. 

Fun fact time! Did you know that heroin is a brand name? That’s right! Heroin was invented by Bayer in 1895. Well, I say invented – that’s not particularly accurate. Heroin is some sort of opiate derivative, and was first synthesized in the late 1800’s. But it was Bayer who had the clever idea of calling it heroin and selling it. This is a funny quote from the article: 

[Heroin] was developed chiefly as a morphine substitute for cough suppressants that did not have morphine’s addictive side-effects. Morphine at the time was a popular recreational drug, and Bayer wished to find a similar but non-addictive substitute to market. However, contrary to Bayer’s advertising as a “non-addictive morphine substitute,” heroin would soon have one of the highest rates of dependence among its users.

Good ol’ heroin! That’ll help you shake that pesky morphine habit.

Anyhoo, that’s the big celebrity gossip that’s going on today. I think the death of PSH is more tragic than, say, the death of Paul Walker, primarily because PSH was such a better actor than Walker. Sure, Walker may have been mourned by fangirls of 2 fast 2 furious – but PSH was such a versatile actor, that anyone who likes movies can almost be guaranteed to have seen him in something. I mean, he was in Boogie Nights, Twister, The Big Lebowski… That’s just off the top of my head. If I bothered to check IMDB, I’m sure there’s plenty of other great movies he was in.

So… yeah. PSH. Dead from heroin. Fool.

One thing I read on the interwebs was, of course, a conspiracy concerning PSH’s death. The story goes like this: PSH acted in a movie called, “The Master”, which was loosely based on the life of L. Ron Hubbard. Naturally, Scientologists, being the crazy cult that they are, took exception to this performance, and set up PSH to die somehow. Since it’s a conspiracy, there’s no more info (or tangible evidence) than this. But if I had to expand on this conspiracy, then I would guess that Scientology somehow got to PSH’s heroin dealer, and managed to slip him some doctored stuff. Then PSH spikes up and dies from the toxic heroin. (I mean, more toxic than just the heroin itself.)

But that’s all complete, wild-ass conjecture – not even conjecture, it’s just made up information that I thought up to complete the conspiracy. Don’t come after me, Scientologists. I’m sure you didn’t have PSH killed – although I sure as hell wouldn’t put it past you assholes.


February 3, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Super Sunday: A ramble about discipline and stuff about me and junk

It’s super Sunday! Although the Jesusians will argue that every Sunday is super Sunday with Jesus – but we all know that’s not true. It’s just a Sunday filled with guilt and itchy church pants.

Anyhoo – big game today! Broncos play the Seahawks! Like an expectant mother, I’m just hoping for a happy, healthy game. 

On the one hand, I’m sorta rooting for the Broncos. I like Peyton Manning, he’s been on a tear all year, and I’d like to see him win a couple more Lombardi trophies before he retires. On the other hand, I like the Seahawks – I like Russell Wilson and Marshawn Lynch, I like a good defensive team. Both Sidney Rice & Percy Harvin (who are injured) used to play for the Vikes. 

Regardless, let’s just hope for a game full of razzle dazzle and non-stop action! (And no sandbagging the game with “electrical failures”.)

What else – welp, I had a setback with my health last Monday, as I had to go to the hospital at night with abdominal pain. It was pretty severe – enough to get a morphine shot. But then the pain went away, so I went home. I got a follow-up ultrasound this Friday and I’ve been sorta discombobulated since then. Not to mention my prof wanted me to give a talk last Friday (two days ago) but then canceled the talk the night before. Hectic.

Anyhoo, looking forward to a good game tonight, then back on track tomorrow with goals and exercise. I can’t go back to my trainer at the gym until I get the all clear from my doctor on Friday – so I’ll do 30 minutes on the treadmill and some bodyweight exercises.

My whole sorta ‘deal’ now is to be practicing self-discipline everyday as much as I can. I have 5 self-disciplines I want to practice everyday.

  1. Get up self-discipline: Get up as soon as my alarm goes off. No hitting snooze or sleeping in. My bed is so unbelievably comfy, and I’d rather laze around for 2 or 3 hours. But the key to self-discipline is doing something you’d rather not do, so if I can start my day like that, all the better.
  2. Goals self-discipline: Develop the self-discipline to do all of my goals on my ToDo list before I surf the net, play video games, etc…
  3. Grooming self-discipline: I work mostly from home, and this can lead to getting lazy. So I want to make sure that everyday I have my shower, floss/brush/mouthwash my teeth, and wear proper clothes (no sweatpants) while I’m working.
  4. Exercise self-discipline: Do a baseline workout everyday – this means 30 minutes on the treadmill, 3 sets of pushups, bodyweight squats and deadlifts. This workout should be done anytime I’m not going to Goodlife to see my trainer. Obviously this week I’ll be taking it easy, but I think 30 minutes of walking and some basic movements shouldn’t kill me.
  5. Journal self-discipline: In order to stay motivated and keep track of my thoughts, I want to be writing in my journal everday.

So those are the major self-disciplines I’ll be working on. The best thing about self-discipline is that the more you practice it, the easier it gets. And the more self-discipline you can develop, the more self-esteem and self-confidence you develop as well. Only good things can come from working on self-discipline, so that’ll be my focus for the next little while.

But what’s this, fierce and passionate reader? You don’t care what’s going on in my life? That’s not why you’re reading my personal blog? Well why don’t I wrap up with some TV shenanigans.

I’ve been watching Community for the past couple of days. It’s pretty good. The writing is very clever, and it’s often meta and self-aware. But it suffers from predictable sit-comness, in that every handsome male gets feelings for every pretty female. Not to mention all the characters are rapidly becoming caricatures of themselves. (I think that trope is called Flanderization.) But there’s plenty of mental candy for the keen-eyed viewer, as many of the jokes are callbacks to previous episodes and there’s lots of Easter Eggs and such. Overall I’d say it’s a B+ – it’d get an A if they stopped shoe-horning relationship drama into every episode. But that’s my personal preference

February 2, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment