Gold Treme wins the internet today. There are things to like in that show but it mostly a bunch of name dropping artiste snobs throwing themselves the world's largest pity party.

Malcolm XI

It's been fascinating to watch Angelo's decent from cocky front-runner to bug crazy outcast. Now we learn that little boy Angelo had a some sort of candle lit Santeria shrine to four star chefs. I'm guessing next week we find out about his love of taxidermy and his demanding housebound mother who no one has seen for…

Dog Soldiers was eight kinds of awesome.

Wasn't Jack Shepard a character on a show back during the Golden Age of television? Good times.

I was a little surprised by Todd's dismissal of Henry Francis. He struck me as the only level headed adult in Sally's life. His only real fault is terrible taste in women.

I could sure go for a Salvador Allende sleeps with the fishes Chilean Sea Bass.

I didn't fully appreciate HD before my Bald Eagle cornea implants.

Wow, let me disable my Adblock Plus so I can be annoyed too!

Only if they're blue.

In KAOS Russia, Agent Get Smart's phone shoe's HIM!

Sheboygan. Now that's comedy gold.

So this isn't the Avon Man where William Shakespeare and his ragtag crew liberate Holocaust diamonds from a Manhattan bank and whose working title is Willy and the Boys?

Neighbor
"For all I know, Will's across-the-alley neighbor will eventually become a part of the main storyline" Seeing as the actress is Annie Parisse, I think we can count on it. Who knew the widow Basilone would end up with Bob Leckie?

As long as we're talking seventies— Angel Martin on The Rockford Files.

He never even got the chance to make his Chocolate Salty Balls.

I can see it already, "iPhone 5, now featuring working antenna and genital obfuscation filter!"

I'm still thinking of him as either Sam Phillips or the guy who raped Betty Paige.

If you young'uns will permit an old man to reminisce… When I was a kid in the seventies my parents were casual SNL fans and didn't see the harm in occasionally let me stay up late and catch a few skits, my favorites being Coneheads and Mr. Bill. Everything was cool until this Buck Henry piece: http://www.youtube.com…

I was eleven. My family was on vacation in Florida and we were staying in a second story motel room directly across from a drive-in showing Animal House. I sat on the balcony watching it as a silent movie. Bluto's trip to the sorority with the ladder was one of the hallmarks of my adolescence.