Donald Trump is an amateur douchebag, while the rest are professional douchebags. You're right, then, to ask, which is worse?

I used to be impressed that Fred Smith could be in so many cool bands (MC5, Blondie, Television, the Heartbreakers, Patti Smith band)…didn't realize for a long time that it was two Fred Smiths. Only one of whom is "Sonic."

Say what you will about the journalistic standards of the AV Club, but they at least know what Jon Hamm looks like.

Sure, cats produce some mess/noise/expense, but it's nothing compared to what babies (or dogs) cause. Hairballs are gross, though: we can agree on that. My cat usually waits until guests are in my house before letting one fly, like she's intentionally trying to embarrass me.

I'm intrigued by this podcast too…never heard of it before. I'll have to at least listen to the Melvins interview. If anyone knows of similar podcasts (long interviews with punk rock heroes), I'd be interested. Like Nardwuar, but without Nardwuar.

Cats are clearly better than babies (as all crazy cat ladies know). Babies are filthy, noisy, helpless, and expensive.

My cat definitely drools.

Don't forget Derek Jacobi…great actor…I was so psyched when it became clear that the Master was back, and Jacobi was playing him…and then so pissed when Simm took over.

"Unmentionables" (in the US) is a word that uptight older ladies use for underwear (hence, the TARDIS is the dog's underwear…?). I got the joke (only because I've heard Gordon Ramsay say "dog's bollocks" a thousand times)…though I'm not sure why dog testicles = something really great, for Brits.

No, I guess not. The classic pattern was: (a) the Master sets a sinister, kooky scheme in motion (e.g., taking over the world through plastics), (b) Master loses control of his scheme (often, because an alliance with evil aliens doesn't work out), (c) Doctor bails him out, (d) everyone thinks the Master is dead,…

And the first Doctor just locked Susan out of the TARDIS…time for you to go…have a nice life.

I was trying to remember where I'd seen the eyes-on-hands thing before. Interesting.

The stuff in the middle makes precious little sense. Missy threatens to blow up planes because…she needs to use UNIT's computer? The Doctor fears that he's about to die, so tank/guitar in medieval England…huh? I just saw this episode an hour ago, and I've already forgotten what the point of these scenes was, if…

Zygons! Sisterhood of Karn! I get really excited whenever the 70s stuff reappears in the new show.

If you find the Smiths hard to take, I think that puts you in the majority. They're an acquired taste. (I love the Smiths, but haven't paid much attention to solo Morrissey since the 80s.)

Stewart Lee seems to use lampshading techniques all the time, IMO to great effect. His act is often about nothing else but pointing out that he can't write proper jokes, that his appeal is very limited, that most people will find him quite annoying, etc. For example, the "Jungle Canyon Rope Bridge" routine in…

It's becoming a habit for me to look at these items for two seconds, complain (that was fucking dumb….BAD job internet!), and move on to the next thing. I've gotta stop doing this.

Or you can make your own puppet out of a sock, paper bag, or bread rolls on forks…and get it to sing and dance to…anything, really. Could be hilarious for ten minutes or ten hours, depending on how funny the puppet looks, and how high you are.

And before that, there was Three's Company, a gay joke that lasted for eight years.

Sounds like you believe that the main engine of social progress is shame (instead of, say, reason or education). That's a bit depressing.