You have strangely philosophical, moral imperative-testing dreams.

Oh my goodness, yes. Back when Letterman still had Late Night, Gold-bum was a guest, and they trotted out his wife to stick her foot behind her head. It was just so gross--two lecherous old men leching over an acrobatic person they’d reduced to a sex object--and gloating about it so publicly.

I bet Geena Davis—with her amazing, award-winning eponymous institute—looks at him now and thinks “bullet dodged”. Or, more likely, she doesn’t think of him at all.

Kill your idols.

You two sound like fun. Sir Digby Chicken Caesar would make an excellent pet name, especially with a sidekick called Ginger. I wouldn’t be able to say whether she was on the Catherine Tate Show as I didn’t watch it (couldn’t be bovvered). It does not appear on Colman’s IMDB, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t have…

I look nothing like Olivia Colman, but I once dated a guy who was completely smitten with her from her many Mitchell and Webb collaborations, not to mention Broadchurch and Tyrannosaur. I’d say that was a signal to me that he was a good egg.

Thank you--came here to be pedantic about this same thing. How hard would that have been to look up before writing it into the blog post?

Thankfully, most of the users who post episode videos cut off the “View Your Deal” segment at the end.

What a shit show. This is how you know the panel can at least tolerate Meghan McCain, even if they get into tiffs and heated disagreements with her on the daily. The disgust coming from Whoopi is a whole other level (and appropriately so) for these turds.

Clicked the endorsement video hoping to see Pressly’s expertly arched brow as she delivered thoughtful support. Was not disappointed.

Oh, I’ll have to check that out. Meanwhile, it’s worth recommending the series Nathan Barley, which was Charlie Brooker (waaay before Black Mirror) expertly skewering Vice culture in mid/late-Aughts London.

The only difference is the Vice douche doesn’t have any black friends--much less bandmates.

Well, not with that porkpie, he isn’t. He probably also doesn’t know how to play jazz.

How do I break this to you? You’re getting weird stares because you’re ranting while your fly is unzipped.

Didn’t know that about Roem, but I love the way she talks about diving into the issues that matter and, ya know, actually doing her job rather than being a politician.

I salute Ms Briskman for playing the long game.

They cut ties with MacInnes several years ago, but I still loathe them. They’re overgrown teenagers who think they’re being punk journalists and provocateurs. I’m basically David Carr in this clip.

That doll grows up to be Jared Kushner.

Yes. Dapper usually doesn’t include ill-fitting suits that look rumpled, as his does in the picture. He looks like he chose a barbershop quartet costume in “drab colours” for everyday use.

Ah ey, ah ey...