"Wednesday? You want Wednesday's weather, tune in Monday. How long do you think I'm gonna just stand here? You want the sports, ask that guy. He should be a jockey. Hey - you look a little like Ol' Banana Nose, Eddie Arcaro. Remember him? Great jockey."

I hope they decide to freeze him as part of Sweeps Month.

You've just been proven racist by the racist prover.

After years of being unfairly snubbed by the Peabody people, here's my chance to get one. I bet that stuff about the Simpsons on the plaque buffs right out.

I think a smug, smirking Hugh Laurie would be an awesome friend and drinking buddy for Tyrion.

Keith is not going to be happy. I suspect Vinnie's in for a beating.

*sobs* My commotions. *sobs*

Lisa Miller was the ultimate TV girlfriend you wanted to have - smart, gorgeous, neurotic, and up for anything. She had the upstate prison flavor that kept me ugly all night long.

That's a good episode, where her mom forced her sister into doing porn.

It feels wrong that America's Got Talent is so high on the list here. Do Canadians hate watch it, muttering all along "Yeah, well we've got talent too, eh. We just don't brag about it on TV."

Urine and Reek Greyjoy. Even for times when showers look to happen few and far between, that is not a table I would want to be having dinner at.

Probably too much to wish for Beavis and Butthead.

Traylor Howard and Pizza the Hut, from Spaceballs?

I would watch Burt Reynolds and Norm MacDonald doing his Burt Reynolds impression.

It's nice to hear the commentators making a big deal out of Cesaro, finally. They're treating him like he's a star, and it does make a difference.

If HHH had access to a time machine, he'd make it the early 2000s again and he'd be going over. He'd double pedigree Owens and Cesaro, and then use their lifeless bodies to take out Reigns and Ambrose. Sheamus would be the tag champions. Just Sheamus. Then HHH would go back and beat the Undertaker at Wrestlemania…

If they want to do a revival set at an Ivy League school, I'd rather see a show where Andy Bernard (aka "Boner King") gets lured out of retirement to come be the choirmaster for the new generation of Here Comes Treble at Cornell. Who will they get to play Broccoli Rob as the accompanist?

Holy crap, me too. Though I guess it's more of an NBC title.

I let my subscription to Ukranian Boxing Kerfuffles lapse. It had become so commercial. It used to be all about the kerfuffles.

She dates enormous Russian boxers these days. I think she'll be fine without Peter and his emo powers.