Don’t forget Ayatollah Khomeini

Dylan’s wife Sara alleged that he once punched her, in a court filing that was sealed shortly after they (quickly) settled their divorce.

The ultimate insult: An AV Club obituary which fails to employ the word “iconic”.

So...any chance we can now kick Bobby Cox out of the Baseball Hall of Fame for beating his wife?

Of course, once the AV Club refers to something as “iconic”, it immediately becomes just another piece of pop culture on a long, long list.

Yeah, but they sure generate clicks.

I remember when I worked at Papa John’s—for a while, we had a guy working there as an assistant manager who, whenever somebody Hispanic came in to order carryout, he’d put their name on the label as “Hector”.

Poor Fatty Arbuckle...

He’s not as funny as Rob Reiner, Ben Stiller, or Chris Elliott.

Can’t help noticing how—eight years after his death and counting—none of the scores of kids who hung out with Michael Jackson at the Neverland Ranch have come forward with similar stories.

In “The Fugitive”, Tommy Lee Jones could have nailed Harrison Ford a lot quicker had he simply used Caller ID or dialed *69.

Mee-ouch!

Given the recent ubiquity of online articles containing graphic and lurid descriptions of harassing, predatory behavior, part of me wonders how many of the clicks are generated by readers simply seeking titillation.

Solo 2: Galactic Boogaloo 

Geri Reischl has made clear her preference for “Fake Jan”. http://gerireischl.com/about/the-legend/

Hell, these days I need to Google most of the stuff that makes the AV Club’s “Newswire”.

OK, so I just sat through an ad for rum to watch a 26-second soundbite that I could have read in about five seconds.

Do kids still break out the CD players in order to “jam out” and/or “get down” to the Wu-Tang?

Um...first?

He’s no James Franco, that’s for sure.