It's the final countdown!

Just under 24 hours to go! Netflix has un-made a huge mistake and the Bluths shall return to us. In celebration, here's a veritable Bluth-fest for you:

A visualization of every recurring joke in the series, and the episodes in which it occurs. Click on a joke and see which episodes it's in, or click on an episode and see which jokes are there. It's a glorious thing.

NPR did something similar, with even more detail.

53 jokes you probably missed. Did you notice George Sr.'s yarmulke tan line when he was arrested in Mexico?

And 53 more. GOB's Segway causes segues!

And finally, four teaser clips have been released. This is my favorite:

Exit, pursued by a bear.

So, last night my friend and I went to see The Winter's Tale at the National Shakespeare Theater. This is one of Shakespeare's odder plays, starting out with three acts of high drama and heartbreak, then whipping us into scenes of mirth and merriment and downright silliness, and then back to heartbreaking drama. It's also the play containing his most famous and strangest stage direction: "Exit, pursued by a bear." And yes, there was a bear. I think that was the indication that we were entering the silliness section of the play.

Despite the emotional whiplash, it was really good and beautifully performed. It also had gorgeous original music performed by troubadours onstage.

The actor playing King Leontes also plays Dr. Gablehauser, Sheldon's boss on Big Bang Theory, and my friend kept saying things like, "I noticed when Dr. Gablehauser accused his wife of adultery..."

Ooh, also, before the show we went to Luke's for lobster rolls and now I'm dreaming of having those for every meal.

Every. Single. Meal.

3,000 hits and one right answer.

Last night my friend Fran and I went to meet some people she knew from work for Trivia Night at a local bar and grill. Ah, how it made me nostalgic for trivia at the Windber Hotel, when you weren't sure if the amazing dish you had last week would be awful the next week and Melis kept trying beers hoping to find one similar to what we drank at Oktoberfest and we crammed on current events and Eric became more and more infuriated that half the pink Christmas lights were burned out. I miss those days.

In the middle of round 2, they hit us with a sports question: “What baseball player had exactly 3,000 hits when his career was cut short?” Oh my stars and garters. I knew it. I knew a sports question. And not even, like, an Olympic question or a “sports question” that is actually a movie question like “Who did Lawrence Taylor play in Any Given Sunday?” This was a real, actual sports question. And the three men at the table didn't have a clue. But I had a clue. I had recently watched a documentary program on this man with Dad and Uncle Jimmy and I remembered Dad telling me about those 3,000 hits.

At first I couldn't remember his name, so I hissed at the self-declared “sports expert” at the table, “It’s that guy! That guy who has a bridge in Pittsburgh named after him! The bridge with the blue lights!” My teammate looked at me blankly. Undeterred, I went on. “That guy who was a Pittsburgh Pirate and he was Puerto Rican and he was taking humanitarian supplies to Nicaragua and his plane crashed.” More blank stares.

Now, I think if you can’t pull Clemente's name from that pile of info, you are no “sports expert,” but it seemed impolitic to point that out to a man I had only met 20 minutes ago. I like people to know me for a least a week before they realize I am insufferable.

I knew I was on my own, so I closed my eyes and thought about that beautiful bridge and Clemente's name finally came to me. Then I resolved to call everyone I know, especially my boy cousins, and tell them I had answered a sports question that had stumped three actual men, but I settled for posting it on Facebook because I am lazy and that is a lot of calls to make.

We had a good night, but the round that destroyed us was the pictorial quiz of obscure beer logos. Fran and I don’t really drink, but I thought the three guys would have this covered. Then they dropped it on me: all three were Mormons from Utah. They could tell me all about the show Sister Wives but not a lick about beer. Alas.

We ended up coming in third. Next time, Gadget. Next time.

"Now the story of a wealthy man who lost everything. And the one next-door neighbor who had no choice but to keep them all together."

This weekend I went to see The Great Gatsby with Jen. I thought it was a pretty good adaptation of the book, despite Eric declaring it was no good for "many reasons," none of which he could articulate, and despite Tobey Maguire being miscast as Nick. (Don't you find Tobey Maguire is often miscast? Just me?)

Anyway, I stumbled upon these, and it just goes to show that the wisdom of the Bluths is eternal.

Find more of them here.

Today I feel jealous of England.

I hear there's always money in there.

Not a bad way to spend a weekend.

My little pumpkin had her third dance recital. Cuteness abounded.

Everything was a blurry mess until I fired off a frantic text to Kris all, "Kristen! Quick! How did you show me to shoot action in low light?" Then everything was fine.

This one might be my favorite.

Nope, this one is my favorite.

The tap number required some swagger.

Curtain call with cousin Jordan.