I think you posted this in the wrong section. It should be in the Onion and titled "Band Plays Song at Area Concert"
Slow news week, eh? First Omarosa and now this.

Olivia Dunham, undercover agent extraordinaire
Ok, I'll happily concede that Chris Eigeman's presence elevated things a little bit, but oh man, that scene where she tries to trick him by pretending to be someone else must've been written by a monkey that was held back a few grades.

The miner in this game evidently has access to very special flashlight/duct tape technology that was evidently not yet developed at the time of Doom 3.

Lex Luthor ran and won
In DC comics, he ran and won. I haven't read them in years so I have no idea how it turned out or if he was re-elected.

I'm not sure what that was about either, was it some sort of reminder of her own humanity? She treated her kids coldly, her friends coldly, her husband coldly, etc., so maybe this was supposed to mean her life is starting to move forward again.

Hmm, well, I liked it
I think you need episodes like this to move the story forward and fill in the gaps. I completely agree with how unsubtle some of the cues were, especially the tarot, such a cheap little philosophical plot device.

I've seen video of him doing the bit and he was clearly mocking baseball. He was likely mocking both sports, I'll happily admit.

I suppose it's debatable. What sticks with me is "in football, you wear a helmet, in baseball you wear a cap." His inflection during that made baseball seem kinda flaky. Also, when he mentions how the baseball sidelines stretch on and on forever, it sure didn't seem that he was saluting it.

Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you
I love pretty much everything about Madeline Kahn, the woman had it all. Brains, talent, looks, sense of humor. I was so sad to change channels several years ago, only to see her looking old and bored on Cosby's most recent "sitcom". I was even sadder when she died.

Best adaptation: Jay Sherman's Parents on the Critic
If memory serves, after their shipwreck, they trained a monkey to be their butler, build a gigantic bungaloo and serve cool drinks. Their health and marriage improved, and then sadly there were rescued, which is good because the monkey was planning to kill them.

One day my child will turn to me and ask, "Daddy, what is baseball?"
And then I'll have to explain how it's about a bunch of overweight tobacco chewers that take steroids, and how they somehow still cling to relevance and the claim that they are our national pastime. And then to drive the point home I'll have to get…

Nah, it goes much quicker the next day. You skip all the commercials, most of the musical guests (if you know they'll suck or are just not interested), and the true stinker sketches get the ax early. I can play the Minute Waltz in 30 seconds, har har.

what, like pulling fingernails?

Thanks for the clarification. Ok, so the Dinner Party still happened after the boxcar conversation though, yeah? I couldn't remember if it was the same season and I guessed wrong, though.

How plausible is the whole father/son/oedipal angle?
I understand that the movie is very heavy handed with it, but I was curious if the reviewers (and other folks that have seen the film) feel that there might be a spark of truth to Stone's assertion, or if it's just another sensational fiction created by the director…

My brazen plea to Nathan Rabin
Dear Sir:

Tits, you have it exactly.

Yeah, the "He's an Arab" lady is a situation where you actually have to see her to believe she's real, and real she is. And scary. And her vote counts exactly as much as yours, perhaps more depending on your home state.

I want to know what atrocities he committed in Vietnam in 2006!

I love typos. One = Once in title.