Back in my very depressed days of 2013, 30 Rock was the only thing that let me get some sleep. I’d seen all of the episodes enough that I didn’t have to really pay attention and could drift off, but it was just engaging enough to keep my brain from wandering into the dark places. Even now, when I’m having trouble…

He’s a combination of Winston Churchill and a shady New York drag queen, which is the kind of leadership our world needs right now. He’s amazing.

Trust me go for Boston Legal over Ally’s neurosis.

I mean, I don’t hate Amal, and I actually feel bad for the twins, and Rosemary Clooney was a great gal, a legend ... it’s just George I can’t stand, and even that is more about 1) the entire world aggressively insisting that I am supposed to find this unappealing man wildly attractive and 2) the practical jokes. I…

Unpopular opinion: George Clooney is not all that handsome and seems like a complete dick with his love of practical jokes. And now this pear-shaped, potato-faced wang—who everyone inexplicably insists is the ultimate catch—is calling his son a “thug” and his daughter “elegant”? George Clooney sucks, people.

Amen to all that. She has also been forthcoming about her youthful sorrows, mistakes, tragedies. She had a tough childhood with an alcoholic father and a mother who committed suicide, a horrible a-hole of a first husband (Roger Vadim), many, many ups and downs and failures as well as triumphs.

I can’t believe Robert Redford is in his 80s. Or that the late Paul Newman was only 11 years older than him. Pardon me, I might be about to go down an internet rabbit hole of celebrity ages and contemplation of mortality.

Plus, Grace & Frankie is hysterical.

Jane Fonda epitomizes a fearless approach to aging in the new millennium; despite the difficulties of divorce and some serious health problems (I think she’s had 2 hip replacements?) she’s remained psychologically focused, up-to-date, socially informed, politically active, a master of her career, and is unintimidated…

Hard pass.

Psychopathic religious zealots

Who could have predicted that the president, when given 140 characters to describe a woman who died defending her city from fascists that the adjectives he would use would begin with “beautiful” and not include “brave” or “strong” or “principled” or “righteous”? Oh, everybody could have predicted that? Oh. Okay.

Yessss, my mother and I are already stocking up on champagne for that day. Watching his bloated orange carcass get dragged out of the White House in irons will be better than sex.

There is NEVER enough Prince Rogers Nelson.

You. Are. Not. ALONE.

It’s making attempts at sobriety very difficult. I just told my wife I’m kicking that can another year and half till I’m 40. Seems like a good number. In the mean time, pass me the j bird.

His hand is not what she’s getting paid to hold.

You’d be amazed/depressed at how many couples conceive as a last-ditch effort to save a failing marriage.

I didn’t mind the lack of big twists. I appreciated the tidiness; how all the myriad possibilities that flew around in the first six episodes gradually settled into their logical place by the seventh. It was a well-crafted, satisfying conclusion that rewarded the audience’s emotional investment. That it was so…

I did not. I am sick and tired of plot twists for the sake of plot twists. They went the logical route, and it was good, old-fashioned storytelling.