That’s the HORRROR.

I had a nerve biopsy performed on my shoulder, with a local anesthetic. The plucking/yanking sensation, despite being painless (at the time) was nauseating. Pizzicato strings would have been the perfect accompaniment.

Debbie Reynolds.

I saw her!

“Snooty demonstrators.”

Refreshing? I don’t know: “Why yes, I did. As a matter of fact you should be getting a text... right about... now. Nice, huh? I got more; wait! Where are you going?”

Yes. I want her to be my mentor or parole officer or something.

“It’s Not a Sore, It’s a Cigarette Burn From a Sultan Bloke.”

Hey there, Moneybags. Lookin’ good.

“Occasionally Ginger Cautionary Tale.”

I’m not sure why, because you make perfect sense, but it made me cackle for a full minute.

Funny: I think of her as “that amazing actress from Law & Order.” I know the series has a really rewarding habit of employing NY stage actors, but she’s always been one of my favorites. She just radiates humanity in her roles. She has a remarkable face: she can make it cloud over and go opaque, seemingly at will.…

Conversely, for the first time in my advanced years, I realized that the Gilligan’s Island theme song refers to “Robinson Caruso.”

“Lacky Parl Lake” is the “with au jus sauce” of cities.

Tyrone Power. ^

You mean only four, right?

Well, I certainly hope they all die soon.

Yeah, that part makes me think that in addition to Fox and Friends, he also watches reruns of Criminal Minds. And touches himself.

It’s likely safer this way. He can jingle the car keys, but doesn’t know about the ignition.

Well, we’ve discovered at least, that the country can function, if marginally, without a president. Because we really don’t have one. Just a toddler who’s climbed into the president’s chair and shat himself repeatedly, and is now giddily playing with his own shit for attention.