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The Ghost of ArchieLeech
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Years ago I heard some talk radio tool (redundant) say that animals don’t have personalities. Even considering that humans and other primates are more advanced, anybody who has had cats and dogs know that’s not true. I had a dog (a border collie, of course) play a joke on me, pretending to go out when she really want

Your comments about the show’s political dance are on point. I’ll go a step further - both empathy and humor are usually considered traits of an intelligent mind. It makes sense that the poltical party which shows more empathy towards a wider swath of humanity would also be the party with sharper humor.

We’re about the same age. I signed in to say my two memories are:

Linda Hunt!  Give back that Oscar tour suite!

Ah, yes, Before Bedtime. I think his humor usually illuminates more than it is self-indulgent.

Any one of you who are interested in intelligent arts and culture appreciation mixed with irreverent humor - in other words, ALL OF YOU - are encouraged to seek out Rococo Before Midnight by Waldemar Januszczak. He covers a chunk of this from an art critic’s angle.  The man is a fantastic essayist and filmmaker.  His

You misspelled “Butterfield 8"...mmmm.

I feel the need to correct the glamorous impression given by various slick photos attached to this article. Here he is:

Although I’m usually quick to disparage the US, my Dutch cousins say the customer service is better here.

“Communication Problems,” “The Psychiatrist,” and “Waldorf Salad,” from the comedy GOAT, Fawlty Towers. The first episode of the second season (or “series,” as they call them in the UK) opens with the greatest Rube Goldberg contraption of escalating jokes. The one-liners alone are memorable - “I know...nothing...,”

I don’t hate fires, but I hate the screaming. The fire will burn out. In 4 years.

I’ve been watching NYPD Blue the last few weeks.  It’s a joy to see them moving the line a little farther every week.  My favorite so far where one week the lady DA asks, “Am I squeezing your shoes?”  The next week Andy mumbles “squeezing my balls” but later in the show makes it louder, “squeezing your shoes!”  It’s

Cheers is so obvious it should be ineligible. Anyway, the lights are a little bright - it’s almost more like a home or a work place than an actual bar. Mother’s from Peter Gunn has atmosphere and great live music - I’m not a huge jazz fan, but I could learn. That little Parisian basement joint in Charade where they

“Your Gold Teeth” is better than “Green Earrings,” and “Your Gold Teeth II” is better than “Your Gold Teeth.” And I do believe all that.

Lee also ordered Pickett’s Charge, which not only sent thousands of men to their certain deaths but fed into the “noble losers” myth of Confederate victimhood. I double deduct any bonus points you award him.

Age does not equal experience.  Just like having internet does not equal intelligence.

The scenes where Bogie and Bacall goes back and forth between each other’s rooms are so well done, and is the rivalry between the two women. (That business with “Slim” calling Harry “Steve” cracks me up.)