Why don’t they just play Marvin Gaye’s version every year? No one will ever beat that.

I just eat it straight out of the jar.

Honorable mentions: reruns of the The Critic and Dr. Katz. I wish they were easier to find streaming. Thank God for YouTube!

Muriel’s Wedding. I remember being dragged to it by a female friend of mine back in 1995, trying to dismiss it as a “chick flick” (a sexist term, I know.) I ended up loving it more than she did. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen it. I’ve owned it on VHS, DVD, and now streaming and watch it at least once a year.…

Not cool Versace, but really, no one should be listening to Adam Corolla’s show. The most off-putting voice in entertainment.

I only wish she were saying this in character as Maggie Lizer.

Brad Wilkerson - The Last Expo!

Oddibe McDowell

Next time you want to borrow your neighbor’s leafblower or plumber’s helper, I hope he tells you you’re stealing from Home Depot by not buying your own.

As a librarian, I am contractually bound to inform you to check your local library.

Is there anyone in Hollywood you could cheer more for than Jackie Earle Haley? You just can’t help but be happy for him.

I read somewhere recently that Courtney Cox is now the same age Rue McLanahan was when she started on the Golden Girls. What a drag it is getting old.

It sounds like it was better cut. Adding in all that explication would have made it convoluted.

Tim Allen? I don’t see it.

I was little disappointed in Littlefinger’s final moments after he realizes he’s been cornered. Instead of tearfully begging for his life to Sansa, it would have been way cooler if he had smirked slightly, said “game recognize game” and taken it like a man.

Everything looks great here!

You could recycle this headline by replacing the show’s name with “The Eagles”.

I get that. The Yankees are going to have to start inventing numbers or using punctuation on their jerseys before long. How about a number moratorium - no one can have, say, Jeter’s 2 for ten years, then put it back into circulation?

God dammit! Why do I never check the date on these damn posts?

My great-grandmother was nearly knocked over by Buddy Hackett in Vegas in the Seventies. As I dimly remember the retelling, he kind of whisked right by her, turned around to look as she said something, but then just kept on going. No apology, nothing. Prick.