Still waiting on ‘90s nostalgia to cause a mass recognition that Screaming Trees were actually soulful classic rock awesomeness, and not some trend-hopping bullshit. Sure, Lanegan’s got his cred but the band deserves more.

But did you know that SNL learned about the Gathering of the Juggalos from Tom Scharpling & Paul F. Tompkins on The Best Show?:

The lack of recognition for stunts and ensembles are two other big issues

My main takeaway was that Netflix should try to use its relatively unique interactivity to resurrect the 80’s VHS party game genre.

Can’t speak for other nations, but labour envy is rampant in Canada. There are far too many folks who think if somebody else is doing less work for more money than them, it’s a sign of social collapse. This of course ignores the executive class entirely, and ignores that serving is hard fucking work. Mostly it’s…

What of Canada? Still waiting on Hulu. Or will Americans now be grabbing VPNs to catch Canadian Netflix?

The version of Almost Was Good Enough from Trials & Errors:

Tragically Hip’s Nautical Disaster - Those left in the water were kicked off our pant leg.”

Worthwhile premium stuff: Teacher’s Lounge, Wild Horses: The Perspective, Complete Woman/Joy/Man/Wedding, Offices & Bosses, CBB Tour episodes, Strictly Business w/ Derek Contrera, HH Pro Version, Hollywood Masterclass ... and relisten to the Andy Daly Podcast Pilot Project any time you like.

“The real pleasure of Odyssey, as in almost every Assassin’s Creed, is simply touring a vision of the past that only millions of dollars and countless hours of talented artists’ work can create.”

I don’t think the gag is even very obscure. At the time of the episode, Neutral Milk Hotel was -the- Band That Nobody Knows About That Everybody Knows About.

Philbert is supposed to be a horrible show, but one that checks all the boxes of an acclaimed show. It’s trash that mimics the tropes of Prestige TV so effectively that it’s easy to mistake it for good; it’s what happens when creativity is reduced to formula.

Williams Street. Loren Bouchard. Melissa Bardin Galsky. Jon Glaser. Friggin’ H. Jon Benjamin. It should’ve been a slam dunk, but somehow it just doesn’t work.

What are your thoughts on Lucy, Daughter of the Devil?

I don’t understand accusations of “virtue signalling.”

I think a lot of the attraction to celebrity chefs wasn’t the celebrity angle at all, but a recognition that kitchen work was creative, blue collar, relatively merit-based. It seemed real and accessible in a way that authenticity-fetishists salivated over.

For sure—dopey dickheads, but not really total villains. I want to see him try that.

With his innate charisma and likability, he could probably do a pretty good cult leader. Otherwise he’d have to go the manic unhinged route for it to work; Rudd as a silent, intimidating heavy is a perfect recipe for unintended comedy.

I’d like to see Chris Pratt shed the golden retriever shtick and try his hand at playing the dark side of middle-American nice guy bro-ness.

Slobber knocker .... government mule... MY GAWD, KING! THAT MAN HAS A FAMILY!