A review of the HBO television series melts into thin air.

D. R. Haney on the blockbuster that stunted the American mind and spoiled a personal childhood dream.

Please explain what just happened.

It just leapt through the roof. I swear it did. It was frozen in a block of ice for thousands of years, supposedly dead…then one drill into the block to get a tissue sample and…boom! The thing sprang back to life and escaped. What are we going to do now?

What is your earliest memory?

5:20am. We have a toddler with sleep issues.

If you weren’t an [INSERT YOUR OCCUPATION HERE], what other profession would you choose?

I’m going to leave it as [insert your occupation here] and I’d like you to as well. That’s what acting is, pretending to be other people doing other things. If I was good at something else I would have done that.

James D. Irwin presents his failed sitcom concepts which include wise nuns, indoorsy vampires, German popstars, and a heroic porpoise.

Richard Cox travels long distances and wages war during the winter break.

Matt Stewart explains why ditching National Novel Writing Month to watch two complete seasons of The Office was definitely the right call.

Two TNB writers take a trip down the rabbit hole of gender roles in pop culture and come out on the other side with a new interpretation of their favorite show.

Ish Klein’s poem wanders the expansive spaces of the small screen.

Draper is trying to get around how bad smoking can be for you, by dismissing the statistics, really, he throws them away, and sticks to “it’s toasted” a line he tries to sell the cigarette maker he’s been tasked to promote. Don smokes like a chimney, and it’s a form of his masculinity that is on display, his ability to smoke and look good doing it, plus it’s his crutch, for when he has nothing to say, or doesn’t want to say anything. Don never passes up an opportunity to keep his mouth shut and NVC explains this parallel nicely, and in essence defines Draper.