People have totally forgotten the saying: “Sometimes, things are better left unsaid.”

She will always be my Olive Oyl. Say Hello to Popeye for us.

Very much a “What About Bob” vibe where the serious actor hates the comedic actor. 

That is all I want! I do not want the Orange Felon Guy and King Viserys running as my choices.

This is cool to hear. When I am home on the odd weekday without work or sick, I tune in. I thought that there were times Drew looked like he didn’t want to be there. I guess I was reading it wrong.

This is Middle Schooler level. Maybe it’s the assignment for the students in Summer School.

My social feeds have been filling with different messages about The Leftovers.

Normally I would say, “Why?” but Damon Lindelof is involved and that is always intriguing.

That is a race that is Neck and Neck. Both involve horrific treatment to kids and women.

We live in a society that forces a narrative. We are doomed. 

You are not wrong, but you get the point.

I use the watch as my iPod. It’s basically the Nano with more stuff on it. 

John 5? He’s okay at best. The band really should just hang it up. The Rolling Stones they are not. 

I can tell you that once the Olympics are done, Peacock is gone from my platform. It is trash. 

Anything is better than the current version of Vince Neil. 

Sure, that is the other side of the coin. The Black Keys weren’t going to sell out stadiums. J-Lo is damn near irrelevant in music to sell out stadiums, no matter how much they cost.

If I were, Vince Neil wouldn’t be the front man. 

Crazy thought: How about these artists start touring smaller venues?

Marisa Abela probably plays a fine Amy Winehouse, but they missed the proper casting.

It used to be that political jokes were borang and an easy out. Now, they are just boring.