That's a bad out-FIT!

He's passed Craig Fergusson for me in late night - Craig can make me laugh, but there are too many nights when he's clearly bored and disinterested. Fallon genuinely seems to enjoy the hell out of having a show, and it's kind of infectious.

Yeah, that scene last week was problematic. I don't want Kalinda to be Wonder Woman, but I don't buy that she'd keep quiet while Blake physically assaults an innocent female witness, either. You can't spend a season telling us over and over again that she's the baddest woman in Chicago and then expect us to believe…

Bottom was the first thing I thought of, too, and I was surprised it wasn't here. 30 minutes, real time, trapped in a Ferris wheel car that gets progressively more jacked up. Brilliant.

She didn't want to be Sammy
Her autobiography is great - smart, thoughtful, and angry. And she kept singing standards in the 60s not because she was playing it safe - I remember her saying something like, "I was 46 years old - what the hell was I supposed to do? Buy a fringe vest and learn to play the guitar?"

As a guy who sits in front of his computer all day and spends far more time on Kongregate (and less time working) than I should, I agree with Dick Grayson, El Santo, and - who's that up there, Marky Mark? - this is a great column, and I'm always happy to see it.

Wonder Man, people. Wonder Man.

The Network wasn't quite ready …
David Gerrold, the writer of the Cloud Minders, originally intended the episode to be about class struggle and it ended very differently. From Gerrold's book:

Yeah, the whole thing is a goof on sitcom episodes with rock band guest stars. The head cheerleader having a Davey Jones-esque crush on Gordon Gano is more a joke (and I remember it being a pretty good one, too) than some betrayal of character.

It seems like every time goofy 90s ska-punk shows up on some list (or here in Austin, gets reviewed while touring through town) it just gets attacked. I imagine some kind of adolescent skanking-related humiliation is involved.

Prole, I'm right there with you - also adopted, also fortunate in having a loving family, also disinterested in finding my biological parents. While I'm sort of curious, sometimes - it might be interesting to meet some people who look like me, and I'd like very much to tell the lady who gave me up for adoption that…

There were a few grins, and one moment that I thought was just lovely - Lister talking to the kids on the bus - but the other ninety minutes were pretty painful.

Regis clearly felt the same way
I don't know about Patricia Heaton's politics, but seeing her on Who Wants to be a Millionaire a few months back made me want to jump through the television and smack her. Criminy, she bugs the bejeezus out of me.

Yeah, they're missing a sure bet if they don't go with the Four Judges of the Apocalypse.
"Gaze into the face … of Fear!"
"Gaze into the fist of Dredd!"