Richard Hammond, the little guy from from Top Gear

“Darkies” is fake. “A Thrilling Game for All Ages” — does that sound like the 1930s?

I’ve long thought Jesse Jackson Sr. a self-promoting weasel. When he negotiated with Sadam Hussein the release of that little British boy. Jackson asked his mother for a photo opportunity with the boy. She refused; she didn’t want her son being used as another political prop the way Hussein had. So Jackson planted himself on the boarding stairs of the plane and grabbed the boy for his photo-op anyway. Pure Weasel.

I haven’t seen any of these shows. What made me cry was the pilot episode of TOUCH, where a man standing in a Tokyo street is begging a phone tech to trace his lost cell phone because it contains his last photos of his little daughter who has died, and through serendipity the lost photos begin to display on the Jumbotrons in front of him, half a world away from where he lost the cell phone.

Not a TV show, but the best movie bartender of all time is Edgar Kennedy from Preston Sturges’s The Sin of Harold Diddlebock (1947)

I like to sing “Rudolph” to the tune of “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree.” I didn’t know they were written by the same guy.

I hate sequels that piss all over the previous movies, such as Alien3, and Star Trek 3.