I hate to say it but Spidey 3 was a disappointment! It looked awesome—insanely awesome—but I think they just wasted characters and wanted to do too many things to make it work coherently.

Michael Richards almost has my sympathy at this point. I mean, his is a completely self-created situation so it’s hard to well up any sympathy for his career-snuffing racial tirade—especially since what he said was so blatantly racist and, worse yet, genuinely unfunny.

Tom’s got a new PR machine and it’s in overdrive.

Our first glimpse of Feddy and it’s a total Chester-the Molester shot. Ugh. I never thought I’d say this, but someone put his “signature Fedora” back on his head, stat! The grease! Dear lord, the grease. I feel unclean. I think I just got Chlamydia.

Oh Jeebus. I’m glad I didn’t remember that, although it was right down the list from an episode called You Had me at Goodbye and the TomKat vomit starts creeping back up. Down, you.

Off the island, he made a living by lying to people. On the island, he’s a surly, lazy jerk who offers nothing to his fellow castaways but dumb nicknames and sarcastic comments. Oh, and theft (he needed Claire’s diary for what, exactly?). And racism (lets not forget how he pointed a finger at Sayid in the aftermath of the crash). Yeah, he’s a fucking peach, all right.

Is their memory so fuzzy, so dullened by months upon months of stories of Paris Hilton’s vag that they don’t remember who this nutbag is or what he stands for?

That’s right, patriotic car decorations have become the new TrapperKeeper as a way of expressing one’s self by means of pre-fabricated, marketed stickers, flags, and -Beek help me- giant ribbon-shaped magnets, that you simply must have. Or else you’re an unpatriotic asshole!