The IRL Army needs a lot of space for field training, especially if live rounds are involved. Think of Fort Irwin in California — enough acreage for two full mechanized brigades to maneuver.

But the stories one could tell of being on this dangerous yacht...priceless.

If it’s a Russian crew, and “repatriation” means likely conscription to the Ukrainian front, I can’t imagine them complaining about time spent in Antigua on the government’s dime.

Sanctioned: The Jackening

What, no Hemi?

Like the Red Wedding, the Dragonpit is destined for Season Three, Zaslav willing.

We’ll know if there’s a future casting for “Young Nan.”

Roy and Shandy are going to become a thing. A rather distracting thing.

Trent Crimm remains a sports journalist in the notoriously racist/sexist/homophobic British media space. This will prove to be either a personal crisis, or more likely a professional crisis with a publisher looking for gossip in a “tell-all” book.

Both Wayne and Garth liked to make seemingly definitive statements, followed by a beat pause and “...NOT!”

Palm-slicing is such a universal trope it stopped bothering me years ago. It’s just old stagecraft.

Never mind, it’s been done already.

I know that, 20 years ago, Keanu was smart enough to take a percentage of the gross for the Matrix sequels, which made him rich enough to set his own work schedule for life. And if he chooses projects that help Alex Winter or Lana Wachowski over, say, joining the MCU, I’m not going to think less of him.

Allison’s world was sitcom before she met Kevin, such as when her mother confronted her after her father’s death.

Poppy wanted to undermine Cinda’s credibility after years of abuse from her boss by revealing her biggest hit was fraudulent, putting Chickasha’s mayor in jail for a crime that never actually happened.

Two Crows > one Morty.

Good catch. But in their defense, Kroger and Publix are not banks, and it costs them money to offer the service. It’s no worse, and no better, than a third-party bank charging you to use your bank’s debit card at their ATMs.

The Shield gave us seven seasons to care about, even root for, an absolute monster — somehow forgetting that Vic Mackey murdered a fellow cop in the very first episode — only to rip away the façade at the very end.

Maybe they can cobble together another Mir from spare parts and whatever’s lying around Baikonur Cosmodrome. But they couldn’t pay me enough to go aboard if it ever made low earth orbit.

The dozens or hundreds of employees are afraid for their own jobs, and have no advocate if they did notice.