Sweet.

I know, I know, but it only seemed fair to meet English readers halfway with something cognate.

How'd I get on all these watch lists all of a sudden?

"DIARRHOE MACHT FREI."

Ah, thanks. Maybe they'll re-run it tomorrow after the new episode; I'll try to pay better attention.

Bonus creepy points: except for Greg, not a single zooman was so much as middle-aged, let alone elderly. The unsettling implications pretty much connect themselves.

Yeah, I figured there was such a deal; I just didn't have any faith that Trump would actually honor it. Surprising.

"Shriners' Convention," anyone? Hello? No? … Dang, tough crowd.

Wow—a solid SCOTUS pick, which actually astonishes me. Of course, expecting Trump to stick the landing by handling the nomination like something other than a carnival barker would've been too starry-eyed by half … but I'll take it.

Don't let's forget Wetton's tenure with U.K., while we're at it. A prog man for all seasons—R.I.P.

Private organization; their prerogative.

Event Horizon was a pretty solid little horror movie. I think it'd be better regarded if the studio hadn't tried to market it as primarily sci-fi.

No Vampire's Kiss? This saddens me.

What do any of you little creeps know about being brutal? [pours scotch, sits down to write "Forty-Nine"]

Oh, that tears it.

Mac's essence is his flawless, gemlike edifice of denial. Any glimmer of self-knowledge would make him less than Mac, and less brutally funny.

The second interview didn't go where I thought it would. I was predicting Frank would suddenly notice the dog from placing a bet on him in a fight, and say so on camera.

You hear that, Heche? The ZOO!

The Water Music. Combs your brain right out.

Both of them? Respect.