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On this website, where no one can bring up an actress without explicitly saying which sexual positions he'd like to get her in, I get harassed for saying someone is "very pretty"? All right then. She's not completely repugnant. Is that better?

I like her on "The Office," and she's very pretty and seems like a nice person, but she's been terrible in everything else I've seen her in. Is she just the sort of actress who was born to play one particular part, or does she just suck at picking roles?

"Philadelphia" is a terrible movie—on the level of after-school special, really—that received its acclaim because of its admirable message. Hanks and Washington did as well as they could reasonably be expected to do with such a weak script, but that movie is flat-out bad.

Above-average hats, Mr. James.

I agree with everything One-Time Commenter says about Dickerson's being awesome and Plotz's being tedious and would add two things:

Are David Plotz and Emily Bazelon still on that show? I stopped listening because I couldn't stand the sound of their voices.

Mostly he comes off as obsequious toward his guests, like a less-intellectual Collin Marshall of "The Marketplace of Ideas" semi-fame.

So…
At what point does Colbert's pretending to be a self-aggrandizing, media-whoring egomaniac turn into Colbert's simply BEING a self-aggrandizing, media-whoring egomaniac?

Speaking of Stephen Fry, I'd love to see more of his character, Dr. Gordon Wyatt, on "Bones." They should have made that spin-off instead of the crappy-looking "The Finder."

This looks great
Thanks, Todd and whoever else.

Judge John Hodgman
I had a hard time even finishing the JJH podcast this week—the two guests were insufferable in nearly every way. I guess that's always kind of true, but it seemed more true this week than normal.

I'm confused by your final sentence. Are you talking to the dead auteur or to your dog?

I love the version of "If I Should Fall Behind" on "Live in New York City," when Clemons sings a verse.

I quit listening when Teresa left. Carolla needs someone smarter than him to bounce off of—that's why "Loveline" worked before Dr. Drew went completely up his own butt. Without Teresa, Carolla's show just seems like hour after hour of crudity. No thanks.

I live in the Florida panhandle but went to Costa Mesa, California, for a few days in April and was overjoyed with how cool—though definitely not cold—it is. The Florida version of "temperate" involves eight months of 90+ degrees and four months of temperatures in the 60s. The Southern California version of temperate

Arundel is right to point out that Edge is an entirely different sort of guitarist from Page (and thus from White, who—let's face it—steals Page's riff and filters them through punk rock). That documentary was fun to watch but it seemed incomplete. They needed to either replace Edge with another guitarist of his

Angela Lansbury is 85 years old, meaning there's a real chance this could be her last movie. She and Raul Julia would be able to have a real contest in the afterlife.

I'm sure I'm alone in this . . .
. . . but "The Phantom Tollbooth" scared the absolute daylights out of me when I read it in elementary school. I'm not sure what it was about it, and all I remember from the book is the man with the Dodecahedron face, which I distinctly remember NOT being afraid of. But something in