Man, she was good at sarcasm. Couldn’t be any dryer. Brilliant. R.I.P.

But she sells a shitload of laundry detergent, so she’s gotta be smart.

Phil’s a one man boy band. Enjoy ...

He’ll always be Otto. He can do what he wants. “Saturday Night Live! Monday Football! ... ”

When’s she gonna get an actual criminal trial? Oh, the credibility.

I’m your neighbour. I see you. I’ll be over at 6.

So, I take it, you vote Labour?

By, “get into,” what, exactly, do they mean?

Gordon Ramsay: What You Need.

If only ‘Game Of Thrones’ was a chat show. Maybe the prequel? 

Yeah, but Paul McCartney bought half of them. Out of pity.

Isn’t the Good Doctor friends with Oprah Winfrey? That’s gotta be useful? Imagine the therapy at their dinner table ...

Or did they? Stupid voting machines ...

Hey!!! Dr. Phil helps people! What could be more therapeutic than gettin’ on TV?

It doesn’t help, being a witless coffee table abuser, cruising on nothing but Identity. 

Also coming in, in four parts, PBS’ ‘America In Primetime’, which, if nothing else, is hugely entertaining; as it should. The first instalment, ‘Independent Woman’ does the job:

Fuck, Chris. Try watching Netflix in Australia (actually, try to follow your own films, if Batman doesn’t turn up). It doesn’t carry half its own content ... Man, I’d like to see ‘Q: Into The Storm’, but instead, I get a whole array of fucking rom-coms ... I guess I’ll never know if ‘Q: Into The Storm’ is a rom-com ...

According to dirtside, we don’t divorce, any more. We ‘retire’. Then get baked. Is that enough cooks? Do zombies cook? Too many questions ...

Um, Jesus? AV Clubbers (particularly all you horror buffs), that’s a mighty long read, but if there are any left-wing evangelists out there, this is the conspiracy theory for you! Downright scary ... Got time? Read it. Great link, Hagbard. Thanks.

Where’s my PG cut of ‘I Spit On Your Grave’???