...the bellows hanging on the wall.

Look, don't you think you're just a wee bit late in posting? I mean, after all... Wait a minute... I have ti kill a bug that just flew in.

Nancy Barrett is a great screamer, isn't she?

Carolyn, tear up the construction paper ghoulie and see what happens!

OMG! Quentin!

Who here, besides me, thinks that Sabrina's hair sucks?

Ascots were certainly the "in" thing in 1970, weren't they?

Oh, my Jesus. Maggie's outfit. She looks like a test pattern.

I'm not really ashamed - at my age, I don't really care anymore - but the fountain always makes me have to pee.

Oh, no! The bathmat coat on Bruno is back. Ack!

Barnabas always looks so...so... well, kempt for a guy that spends his days in a coffin. He's well groomed, his suits look as though they are well pressed, and he wears sensible, but stylish ties.

"What do you mean?" Twice in this episode.

What is with the rolled collars on Liz? I can't ever remember anyone I ever knew wearing a dress with a rolled collar. And just how did they make them? Did they wrap material around a Styrofoam ring?

You know, Carolyn, maybe you made a mistake marrying this guy. You think??!!

If I found Aladin's lamp, one of my wishes would be that they right that chair in the east wing. I know. I know. But it drives me nuts!

OMG! Willie is back in them tight black pants with his wallet crammed into the back pocket. Time for a cold shower, Herbert.

The Collinses are on the cutting edge of home entertainment technology, with their hologramatic home theatre playing a remake of Hitchcock's "Rebecca".  Too bad you have to stand out in the corridor to watch.

LOL!!!

Roger’s back. YAY!

Maybe Liz ought to consider renting out some of those rooms at Collinwood and make Mrs. Johnson really earn her keep. “Dinner for 43 tonight, Mrs. J. I know I can count on you.”
Bad tenant? Just move them into the PT room.

The bantering back and forth with Megan in the middle is like watching a tennis match with Megan as the battered ball. Julia and Barnabas will stop at nothing to try to right the so many wrongs they’ve inflicted on people. It’s evident here when they are going back and forth attempting to convince Megan that they can help her. Too little, too late. And it’s horribly painful watching them manipulate Willie. So why can’t Barnabas kill Megan? Is it absolutely necessary that a non-vampire do it? Couldn’t Barnabas cut her head off or something? Like the Life cereal commercial in the 70s - Let’s make Willie do it. Yeah Willie will do it, he’ll do anything.

Mmm…Willie.

Well, why didn't you?

How in the hell were you able to see the brand name on the rice box? I played that scene three times and didn't see it. Must be your everlasting prowess.

OK, so just why is Jeb so hell bent on marrying Carolyn anyway? It's a good thing for him Collinsport isn't located in the South. Mama Liz would never, ever allow such a wedding. The wedding notices alone down there take up whole pages of the newspapers.

Oh. Barnabas is lighting a match. I thought he was zipping up. Do vampires pee?

And speaking of the vampire mythos, and I know we've been going back and forth on Sky's big blabbermouth and how a vampire victim wouldn't divulge the whereabouts of his master, but here's another. Why is there a mirror in Barn's foyer?

Onto the east wing. What happened there? There's a chair kind of hanging on something and it is askew, as well as a crooked picture on the wall. Did Matthew Morgan have tantrums there or something?

I read a thread today here about an article written regarding the "lackluster and unintentionally funny" episodes - DS Remembered - IMHO, I think they should have kept up with the location shooting and definitely, oh so definitely, not have done the old master's tomes. I would be interrested to know what made the writers take this course, but I have a feeling that Old Man Curtis had the wherewithall thoughts that if it worked once, it will work again and our sponsor will be delighted.

On to parallel time. And in the infamous words of Bette Davis, it's going to be a bumpy ride.