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Still Funny A.F.
I grew up fearing the year 1984; thank you, George Orwell and my high school English teachers. But instead of utter dystopia we got a memorable Apple commercial that utterly trashed the eponymous novel that drove my angst, a shockingly entertaining race for the National League Eastern Division title between the Mets and Cubs, neither

Playing Hard To Get Might Yet Pay Off
Ah, Sharileh, you little minx. Just when you’ve sort of convinced most observers you had actually moved on with your life and had set things up to make a go of it for a while, you turn around yesterday and crank things up again with the suitor you had jilted mere weeks ago. Per BLOOMBERG’s

Go Get ‘Em, Roomie!
Of all of the news that’s been eminating of late from the smouldering remains of the dumpster fire Shari Redstone’s obstinance has turned Paramount Global into, none was as encouraging as what was widely reported yesterday, including THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER’s Erik Hayden: Barry Diller is taking a look at Paramount Global. The mogul’s digital media

Whoah, We’re Halfway Where?!?!
At just after midnight, I flipped my calendar over to the side where the pages now turn in the other direction. And then I threw up half of my dinner. I suppose I should be a tad more grateful than I’m capable of being this morning for officially making it to the second half of

Can Jillary Save Democracy?
I’ve really been trying to avoid the almost nonstop cycle of spin, defensiveness and bravado that has dominated the news cycle since the debat-cle of Thursday night. My roommate is positively stunned at what he perceives as completely blind arrogance on the part of the Democratic party and has relentlessly barraged me with alert after

Plenty of Questions. Far Fewer Answers.
I fully realize an awful lot of people are panicked after the events of Thursday night. That hue and cry grew only louder when a far more robust and hale version of the man who stuttered and fumbled his way through 90 embarrassing minutes proudly and defiantly addressed a partisan crowd yesterday which HUFFPOST’s S.V.

Bring On The Trump Movie. Reality Doesn’t Seem To Matter.
Of all of the headlines that contained that five-letter word that begins and ends with the letters that stand for toilet paper (you know, that pesky substance that sometimes sticks to shoes) that are out in the ether this morning, this one from THE WRAP’s Umberto Gonzalez stood out as perhaps the one that best

This Debate Will Be Watched By Millions. And Might Influence Dozens.
Yeah, I suppose it’s my civic duty to at least pay attention to what will transpire tonight in Atlanta. You know, that debate thing. If you take the Associated Press at face value, and with the state of journalism these days one almost doesn’t have a choice, at least there will be a sizable audience

They Couldn’t Bear To Make Us Wait
The braintrust at FX has seemed to have its finger on the pulse of exactly what a great deal of America wants and needs for decades. Never has that intuitive flair been more in evidence than this week. For weeks, they were set on a Thursday, June 27th release date for Season 3 of THE