"Siri, is Dick Francis a Horse?"

I doubt it, but I think the cops used them to lead the search party directly to where they planted Teresa's car. The ex was probably scheming with Teresa's brother to win her back, and didn't want any details about that to come out after she went missing. The police caught on quickly, and convinced the two to lend…

Steven Avery is a creep, but so what? The ex-boyfriend was stalking her, too, unless you believe he randomly guessed her password when he deleted her text messages.

Once Greg Maddux entered the picture, Bobby Cox had no choice but to set up a patsy.

The Grand Unified Theory of "Making a Murderer:" Teresa was murdered on the Avery compound, but the brother-in-law did it, perhaps with the implicit consent of Manitowoc authorities (Lenk in particular) who would re-stage the crime scene to pin it on Steven. The county was determined to force the Averys into selling…

The motive to implicate Dassey in the case is reasonable enough: feed a slow-witted kid a confession, use him as a pawn to convict Avery, then get him to plea out or let him off the heat as a minor. That plan blows up in their faces, but Avery is convicted anyway, and now Dassey is a big loose end in the state's case:…

Adele's music is rooted in Brill Building-style pop and Motown soul, so that would mean the sound of white supremacism is a product of black performers and Jewish songwriters.

The Lizzy Caplan episode was not George and Gil's first CBB appearance. Now hand me that scooper!

USA's most promoted properties involve professional wrestling and a deeply-closeted man projecting his 50s-sitcom fantasies on his too dumb to live teenaged children. And "Modern Family" and "SVU" marathons. They don't know who the hell their target audience is.

Ooh, a Gary Larson calendar!

My previous comment may read more pejoratively than I actually meant. They're a tentpole rock act in an era where such bands are in short supply: the kind of band I would have loved when I was in high school, then grown out of, but still be able to listen to without embarrassment later on.

I've always thought that Cage the Elephant is the result of putting 2000s alt-rock in a blender until it forms a loose slurry. They don't have anything resembling a distinct sound, but their songs are far enough removed from their influences that I can't accuse them of copying anyone else directly.

I always love how Moe uses a hard G when he says "stinger" in that scene.

And an even later-career Dennis Martinez, a.k.a. "El Presidente."

Hell, look at college football these days. Georgia fired Mark Richt after 15 years of averaging 10 wins a season for not delivering a national title: the boosters are yearning for the glory days of Vince Dooley, who didn't win a national title until his 17th season, and had an identical win-loss percentage as Richt.

As a guy who favors female-fronted indie rock, I think it's a pretty good list. I loved Courtney Barnett, really liked Hop Along, enjoyed Sleater-Kinney and Waxahatchee, and have been impressed by what I've heard of Torres without having listened to her entire album thus far.

You may want to make him wash his hands first.

If you were a kid in the 90s, you were forced to watch "The ButterCream Gang" at this point, which I'm pretty sure was produced by Mormons. In my case, a group came to my school every year to give away a free "family-friendly" movie on VHS. The choices were always "The ButterCream Gang" or a bottom-of-the-barrel Don…

I'm well past leaving my mouth agape in disbelief at the things Trump says. Now, it takes a great deal of effort to not shout, "fuck you!," at the mere mention of his name.

With Chelsea Handler, this feature is more like "Cumming Attractions," am I right?