I could listen to the Irish accent all day long.
@Megasus Man, as soon as I saw the woman in the house I predicted that she was Errol's sister.
I kind of wish the show had ACTUALLY had a Southern Gothic ending. Marty gets shot and killed. ("He would've been a good man if there had been somebody there to shoot him every minute of his life.") Rust blinds himself with quicklime, ties barbed wire around his stomach, and starts preaching to everyone about the Yellow King.
@Lauren_O'Neal Right! With the dolls in the beginning, and then her acting out with the boys...
Plus the idea of this being a rape-murder ritualistic CULT with A LOT of members. What drew them to the cult? Was Billy Childress that charismatic? Was it really the elder Tuttle behind the whole thing? Who STARTED it?
It's just...if you're going to incorporate all this mythology, I expect at least a little bit of a explanation. Otherwise it reminds me of the ending of Lost and makes me sad and angry.
I was both satisfied by and disappointed with the ending. I know that it really was a character-focused story, and I was satisfied by the conclusion of the relationship and development of Rust and Marty. But the L&O-and-Investigation Discovery-watching part of me really wanted a lot more out of the murder cult plot ending.
@SwissMeringue She is a GSP! She's my parents' dog, too. I grew up wih them. They are so smart but so dumb.
Ok, soooo, I was catching up on the Hairpin open thread last week, and feeling kind of bad because I've been on the Toast more. But then I remembered why I stopped coming to the OT in the first place: the comments section is still all messed up! I'll get e-mailed responses and try to go to them, but they won't show up. The comment number on the main page will say one number and it'll drop when I open the page. Constantly logs me me off still.
It's not you guys, I swear! I just get frustrated with the system.
@adorable-eggplant Now she's just a big doof.
This is my puppy when she was a puppy.
@coolallison I did! And I made it all the way through without even drinking at the Neutral Milk Hotel concert this past Monday.
My friends and I are going to have a champagne toast at midnight to celebrate the end of Drynuary.
I have very distinct memories of my friends and me looking at clips of an old porno (80s, maybe) that was just dudes in dinosaur costumes having sex with women. It was something else, to be certain.