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I haven't seen him before, but it's been nagging me that he reminds me of someone, and I think I got it: Craig Kilborn twenty years ago.

Yes! I was hoping you'd mention that in the review, and you did indeed. And of course the brilliant and truly unique AD was cancelled that year. Now I'm sad again. :(

Maybe this explains why "Who's the New Guy?" suddenly had weird lighting when the song began… That transition from dialogue scene to musical number was strange. Can we chalk it up to an in-joke about the budget running out, like the winking, fearful lyrics? Haha! I'm sad now. :(

And Townshend made that "rock opera" album into a Broadway musical in the '90s ("The Who's Tommy"), which is surely how Rachel Bloom knows it!

Not to mention… Rebecca can talk all she wants about "sacks of yellow fat," but to a boy that age, having her as your babysitter is like winning the lottery.

I concur. But that Instagram photo — what kind of photographer puts Jodie in the back?

Oh, I thought you meant random people online (which of course will always include lots of d-bags, you know, critical mass and all that)… But if it's your friends, then you can smack them upside the head!

Gary Johnson: "Who is Carrie Fisher?"

The Rockettes? But they're from New York City! Regular folk from the heartland don't much care for gaudy, big-city, East Coast spectacles, and would never support such a … uhh….. Oh.

Not quite everyone — some of us have benefited from multiple free HBO preview periods over the years, sometimes for months at a time, depending on provider. I'm in the middle of one now. (What I can view On Demand during these periods varies.)

Which is stronger: the voters' love for these acting performances, or their inevitable #oscarssowhite guilt if that slate approximates the award nominees?

Huh, that's three "Calgary lifers" in this thread already. Big prison up there?

"Pack your shit, folks… We're goin' away!" — George Carlin

Ugh. I only like one part of that.

Can't help thinking that despite the major celebrity losses in 2016, several of whom were only in their 50s or 60s, the fates have not yet taken these nonagenarians away — Reiner, Van Dyke, Brooks, Rickles, Betty White — some of the all-time greats.

Did you hear Amy Schumer tell her story (on Howard Stern, and possibly elsewhere) of Jerry Lewis' extremely creepy, faux-rapey bit that he likes to do to women, in this case at a Friar's Club roast? And how pissed he was that she very firmly declined to play along? What a piece of shit he is.

Maybe he's just envious that Don Rickles and Mel Brooks (both also 90) always were — and still are today — immensely funnier than he is.