I, for one, am deeply in mourning for the character Carl Bork, of the legendary Brave & Bold story, But Bork Can Hurt You, who deserved far better than to be tossed on the scrap heap in the first ten minutes.

I think of Orson Wells and Terry Gilliam’s endless, quixotic quests, decades ago, to complete their numerous film projects. And then I think about Channing Tatum’s willful desire to use his diminishing Hollywood clout (Name his last movie!) to make a solo film about nobody’s favorite X-Man.

I wasn’t annoyed at the pacing of the episode. At least until I saw how little the story had advanced when it was over. I do hope they stop playing these games soon.

This kid, and his ilk, are familiar to me. I went to a catholic school in the Washington, DC area, and smug, privileged ignoramuses like him I have seen before. They’re drawing from the same shallow, polluted pool as Brett Kavanaugh.

I have to say that I was on the edge of my seat, wondering if they were going to let Kate get away with that emotional manipulation to get Toby’s action figures back. So glad the guy said no.

What. An. Asshole.

I could make the expected, hacky joke about this (i.e., “Music’s quit him some time ago.”), but frankly I can’t hum (or mumble) a single song of his.

All through the Punisher’s three movie cinematic debacles, I used to complain, “What’s so difficult about making a Punisher movie? You just get a compelling villain, create some obstacles to put in front of Frank, and let him go.”

Shut-up-and-go-away money should only be paid if the recipient actually shuts up and goes away. For a long time.

“Entertainment” “Studios” strikes again, huh?

“Lindsay did not listen to anything...”

My wife says that one of the reasons that Trump’s base don’t give a shit about federal workers is because, at least in the DC area, all the federal employees that I’ve seen interviewed are people of color. They allow themselves to think it’s no big deal, that it’s just black and brown people in the DMV effected.

Just speaking for me, Kelly’s music was too panderingly salacious on one hand, and too saccharine on the other. The realization that he is apparently a horrific sexual predator just multiplied my disdain for him.

My 16-year-old son took note of that shitty “sanctions” poster on the table during a news report on the Cabinet ass-kiss. I barely noticed the thing. That thing  passed so quickly from relevance that I just thought that Trump was using it as his big-boy place mat.

Another painfully annoying thing about Lucky Number Slevin, which I rented from Netflix years ago and never finished: The presence of the vexingly uncharismatic Josh Hartnett. I don’t neccessarily “hate” him, I just can’t watch anything he’s in. Sorry, Penny Dreadful.

I’ve always thought that, too. The only movie of his I really liked was Anchorman.But, like him or not, it seems like the crows are coming home to roost for him. Can it get much worse than this?

Season one of Runaways was a lot like season one of Preacher, a frequently entertaining but overlong series of setups. I’m looking for a lot more this time.

-I really wish that Oliver’s default position in these crossovers is to always be a dick. I still don’t care for his initial snubbing of Supergirl.

“They’re at the Schumacher Landfill.”

And they just couldn’t wait to make that World’s Finest reference, could they?