*cringing away from sneer and hastily leaving thread*

Crocs?  Bright orange, like Mario Batali's?

>goes and reads description<

Darn.  I can't try that one.  Amber and musk give me headaches.

Hee!  Yes.

I need a steampunk library stamp...

Thanks, Korvar!  You win a stamp from my vintage library date stamp.  (hey, I've used up all my internets)

Anyone got an extra hanky?  Guh.

I'm weeping and grinning like a loon.

Am I super twisted because I'm sitting here thinking, "This may be the most beautiful eye ever -- of a heart-crushing hurricane that our PTB are spinning.  Brace for the rest of the hurricane."

It cracks me up that we have four pages of comments on this episode, and it hasn't even aired yet.

The exorcism thing had occurred to me, too, in connection to Reyes.

I also wonder when he started believing deep down that, if he just works hard enough and sacrifices enough, he can save the world.

My kinsman!  *embrace*

I thought I was the only one....

And hum.  >ducking<

This reminds me of Neil Gaiman's poem "Instructions."  http://www.endicott-studio.com/cofhs/cofinstr.html

Part of me wants to rewrite:

"If you don't want us playing with your head, don't keep leaving it out in the front yard."

Yes, I have a kid, why do you ask?

You may all have all my internets.

>pours them out in a rattling pile on the desk<

I need a mortar and pestle.  I have never needed one before in my life, but I need one now. 

This is what happens when virtual TV rots your brain.

Oh, I like this!