I'd put Venus & Mars, Tug of War and the overly maligned Back to the Egg on that list of great albums made while Linda was still drawing breath.

Regardless, the first three sentences of the above story are contradictory.

So did they premiere four or five new tracks? You can't have it both ways.

I guess grammar ain't their strong suit. (And by "they," I'm referring to Sean O'Neal.)

Regarding the bit about Michael Jackson—"the one he was making when he apparently worked himself to death"—how about an edit: "the one he was making when he allegedly worked himself to death"?

It would have been hilarious if instead of freaking out about the photo they sent him, Walt just texted back with: "Looks 'shopped. Nice try, asshole."

Who'll cook the pizzas?

Shouldn't the title of this article be "Another actor from The Walking Dead just got his own AMC show …"?

My single favorite line of the movie has to be when Rita seems momentarily reluctant to come downstairs after seeing that Jerry has arrived at the summer house, and Rupert encourages her to come meet Jerry: "Come on down. Don't be ashamed."

The twins from Double Trouble, if not that cat Pepé Le Pew was always trying to get with.

So far [four episodes in], I'm most put off by the awful, shoddy-looking green screen effects scattered throughout what I've seen—most notably, George and Oscar crawling into that impossibly small sweat lodge.

Even perfecter: if Dwight had turned to see David Brent standing there.

Awful, derivative, soulless show. Here's hoping it self-destructs as soon as possible.

Awful, derivative, soulless show. Here's hoping it self-destructs as soon as possible.

Shot in 65 mm, seen in 70. Is this correct?

Shot in 65 mm, seen in 70. Is this correct?

Nobody [but you] is accusing the references of being "obscure". That they're so completely not obscure is reason enough to avoid sitting through this trite glorification of overly general teen "angst"—or whatever.

Nobody [but you] is accusing the references of being "obscure". That they're so completely not obscure is reason enough to avoid sitting through this trite glorification of overly general teen "angst"—or whatever.

The preview I recently sat through made the film seem amazingly unappealing on various levels.

The preview I recently sat through made the film seem amazingly unappealing on various levels.