You look exactly like Marlee Matlin...and I mean that in the best way possible!

Good lord, that’s a stunning girl!

I am as guilty as anyone here; I’ve sweated over the proper, non-offensive wording for a correction or suggestion, finally giving up on the whole thing because I know that, aside from being labelled a “_____ Nazi,” no one notices nor cares. “Between he and I...” and “I never would of...” and “ree-luh-tor,” the assault…

I thought Elle was Courtney Love just being Courtney Love coming straight from the botox dispensary.

I love this comment!

Whitney’s got this shift and it’s truly a challenge some days. I’ve stopped trying to decipher most of her offerings and just whimper for the days of “pretty good” spelling, “close-enough” context, etc. Mostly, though, I just skip weekends; I’m too old to willingly deal with both Ms. Kimball and Trump.

Getting coked-up prior to having a conversation with AC on-camera sounds like a pretty amusing idea to me. Aside from it being illegal, if course.

Me, too! Shrayber ungreyed me right before he left but then I pissed someone off in the editorial staff and have been grey ever since. I still miss Randi and Tina and, especially, Butters. The Days of Dodai and Lindy were something, weren’t they? (And I always smile a little whenever I see EGR on MSNBC. Everyone’s…

But who is the arbiter for everyone regarding what is OK to let go, and when? I think that’s something people need to know.

“Bears” is what I’ve requested be played at my funeral!

LOL! ;-p

Who is James Cohan?

I think this reinforces the rule of, “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one thing.” Really pretty picture of her, though.

Why is it “codependence” when you like one another’s company and thrive on it?

It’s Whitney. She manages a couple cringe-worthy mistakes every weekend. I’ve come to feel kind of sorry for her, in lieu of allowing my head to explode.

I thought the lede photo was Emily Blunt. Still do.

What is it with Coach?

Are you tired or are you leery? There’s a difference.

A friend’s father used to quote a country song, solemnly stating, “I know bikers...”