The Handler Netflix show is better than her E! show in its latter days.

Not particularly.

There's probably a couple of Double Decker Taco Supremes from 1997 still packed in my lower GI.

Oh, FOR SURE.

Well, yes—but they should have held off posting the piece until 2PM CST, when they were ready. All this does is give people three hours to fume.

"The tech team has been working for months to expand and tailor it specifically for The A.V. Club."

Yeah, that's not really a "let's talk" sort of setup.

Hello Kitty ain't nothin' to fuck with.

Shaffer's set, but Cecil Taylor could use a nice steady job.

Man. the Rock Hudson stuff 'bout killed my grandmother. She was really into him.

It's the internet. Who knows?

My stomach hurts. I don't want to go look at the front page.

Henry Silva.

For a bone-headed monster movie with an unlikely action-hero lead and shoddy late '90s CGI, I remember it fondly.

I don't like it. I've been there twice in my life.

No love for Deep Rising?

But use it, and you spend five minutes explaining who Frank Nelson was.

Is there also a CEO of Dragons?

"Vagina."

And Cholula hot sauce packets, at least out here in Arizona.