I have a certain fondness for Number 17.

Needed a little more vinegar I think.

I am not in a giving vein this day!

I lived around the corner from Carmine's (B'way in the 90s) in '95 and was clued in by a friend on the show that SNL's after show party was going to be there one night. Eh, why bother?

Ouch

Hitch disagrees.

I understand that quite a lot of people have been conditioned to feel the same way.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. What a slog. Especially early on when they are interviewing (interrogating?) the heavy-set Russian woman film editor (or whatever she is) and there's a frame or picture of fucking Colin Firth staring at the Commie leader.

Kinda ruined the reveal at the end.

Self-depreciating?

It's tough coming up with click-bait every day. Pretty soon they'll be fishing turds out of the bowl and marveling at the texture and composition of such a singular specimen. But only if it's Wes Anderson's.

Bowie was more interested in fame than music. Still is.

Making fun of silly people… who needs TV?

When?

A black man, an African, as an agent of the British Empire and furthering its interests? Not bloody likely.

Oh man, oh god…

Where?

Hockey puck!

Did anyone else notice that one shot in Tomorrowland was filmed at the Seattle Center?

No McK & L stand at Dick's?

Superstitous? Perhaps. Baloney? Perhaps not.