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BREAKING: Colton Sholter, Cancelled! —

Famed Actor Textually Accused of Having Sexually Abused

by MJ Alba, gossip correspondent

Bummer news from Los Angeles today: four actresses you’ve probably never heard of have issued a joint statement accusing Hollywood legend Colton Sholter of sexual harassment.

The accusers, two of whom are confusingly named Britney, claim that Sholter leveraged his position of power to “degrade and objectify them,” to “coerce [them] into non-consensual sexual situations,” and to otherwise “perpetrate untold breaches of law, decorum, and basic human dignity.”

The ladies report a series of incidents spanning multiple decades and film projects. D-lister Chloe Sun, for example, claims that a drunken Sholter barged into her dressing room in 1992 during shoots for the Academy Award-winning movie Consent of a Woman (“Hoo-ah needs it!”). Wearing nothing but a rubber chicken around his privates, per Sun, Sholter declared he wanted to “lay [her] like an egg,” and then, after some thought, added something about “having her sunny side up — no wait, down!” The allegations get much worse from there, but we only have so much space, and this is a family website.

Twitter users, the vox populi of the information age, were quick to weigh in on the accusations:

Colton Sholter… more like NOlton ShNOlter!

Horrified and disgusted and slightly aroused by today’s revelations re: Colt @Sholtergeist. Loved his recent work playing Uncle Drac, the charismatic vampire with a dark history of preying on young women. Gonna be hard to separate the character from the actor now and keep enjoying the show.

Solid egg jokes on the side, that’s some pretty creepy and inexcusable shit. Way beyond the pale — even for a vampire! I say it’s time we give Colt Sholter the #SilentTreatment

Another set of Twitter users we selected struck a different tone entirely:

@Sholtergeist ignore the haters u r my hero #ColdOnesForColt #ПриветМир

oh, so now anyone can get accused of anything and we’re supposed to just assume it isn’t a deep state and/or deep space conspiracy? #AliensAreOutThereAndTheyreAfterTheFirstAmendment #TheEarthIsNOTFlatItIsInFactASphereButWeLiveOnTheInsideAndNOTTheOutside

Hey everybody, please stop sending me threatening messages over DM. The Chloe Sun you’re looking for is @ChloeForLife. I’m just a regular dude pretending to be a hot chick on the internet for scamming purposes. Please redirect your misogyny to the people who truly deserve it — women.

Even people who matter had something to say:

I worked with Colton on Jaws in 1974 and witnessed no inappropriate behavior from anyone except Steven Spielberg toward the animatronic shark. Those memories haunt me but can’t talk about them (even w/ therapist) due 2 NDA. Wishing Colt and his family well during this difficult time

Enough with these public spectacles! Accusations of sexual assault should be kept strictly in the family. And as for these “breaches” Mr. Sholter is supposed to have penetrated? Soon yi’ll realize they’re nothing more than a series of innocent, not technically related misunderstandings.

Hours after the news broke, Sholter tweeted a link to an Instagram post of a screenshot from his Notes app, where he’d drafted a thoughtful response to the allegations:

heartbroken that my dear ex-coworkers brittany, chloe, zoey, and the other brittney all accidentally remember that i had sex with them non-consensually. it actually was very consensual and very cool. chloe especially liked it. unfounded accusations like these only serve to muddy the waters around real allegations of sexual assault. my publicists and I continue to #support and #believe all women, except of course for britteny, chloe, zoey, and the other britany, who, again, are attention-starved lying whores. fake news and god bless, colt

The allegations against Sholter come just weeks before the much-anticipated season three premiere of Netflix’s popular vampire drama, The Mysterious Mr. Eripmav, in which Sholter plays the fan favourite character Drac, uncle to twin high-school protagonists Nosf and Eratu Rodriguez. Netflix has not responded to our request for comment at press time, which is when we press the “publish post” button on WordPress.

BREAKING: Colton Sholter, Renewed! —

Disgraced Star’s Business Pard’ Reveals Sexy Time Detractors Merely “Xanax-Addled Ovary Actors”

by MJ Alba, justice correspondent

Stunning news from Los Angeles today: new firsthand counter-accounts have fully exonerated actor Colton Sholter from his decades-long spree of alleged sexual assaults, abuses, and unspeakable transgressions.

Clearing his name is Sholter’s former booking agent and current premium vodka brand business partner, Ricky Snakeoil. Mr. Snakeoil has bravely recalled that one of Colt’s accusers, bit-part actress Zoey Sajolie-Goodfellow, is a “full-on cokehead, and everybody knows it.”

Ms. Sajolie-Goodfellow originally alleged that Colt █████ed her ████████ (████-style) during shoots for the 2003 made for TV movie Knife to Meet You, in which Colt played a cool detective named Blade and she was like, an extra or something.

But Mr. Snakeoil has now identified Ms. Sajolie-Goodfellow as an “opportunist” and “a six at best,” sharing an incident where she held up shooting for half an hour “just to be a bitch.” He also cited a 2002 interview with Maxim in which Ms. Sajolie-Goodfellow claimed she was “excited to work with Colton” because he “has so much power and influence and unquestioning loyalty from his partners in the film industry, into which it has been my lifelong dream to be accepted.” Quoth Mr. Snakeoil: “Which is it, Zoey? Are you excited to work with him or did he █████ you ████-style?” He raises a fair point.

Twitter users, the greek chorus of our times, had a lot to say about the low character of Colt’s accusers. In fact, many such tweets were actually posted yesterday, before it was determined that they were all dirty liars. Huh. Weird.

Zoey Whatsherface… more like NOey WhatsherFAKE!

she says the actor smacked her into it… he claims cocaine ‘twas broker of brain… whichever way of it you want to say of it… colt sure sholt her he’s the mang! #sholty4prez #colt46

Sad to say I saw this coming. Disappointed in these women but understand that addiction is an ugly beast. Just wish they’d sought help in a more productive way (ladies, my DMs are always open). Still, psyched to welcome Uncle Drac and @Sholtergeist back to the land of my living room!

Besmirching’s over, boys! Use promo code #okaytobehorny for 4% off your next bulk order of @SmearsoffVodka. Smearsoff: For a night you’ll never forget, and she’ll never remember! #NeverForget #TasteTheShine

More to come as this story develops, but honestly I think we pretty much got it now.

BREAKING: Colton Sholter, Re-ceased! —

Seemed-Redeemed Actor Back on Blacklist After Backer’s Attack on Actresses Deemed Seamy, Dismissed

by MJ Alba, corrections correspondent

Wellllllllp, looks like we were all a bit hasty in our rush to first cautiously criticize and then vigorously defend Colton Sholter for and then against plausible and then utterly baseless claims of sexual assault. It turns out we should have waited for the story to play out first. Our b.

Sholter’s ex-agent Ricky Snakeoil, upon whose sparse anecdotal evidence the case against all four of Colton’s accusers hinged, has been jailed. The 36-month prison sentence is the result of a lengthy federal investigation into Mr. Snakeoil’s ties with foreign business interests, which was a widely publicized affair and, in retrospect, something we should have mentioned in previous articles. Our b.

It turns out that Mr. Snakeoil’s vodka Smearsoff (for which Colton Sholter was until recently the celebrity spokesperson) was part of a complex money laundering operation for the Russian mafia, and is also chemically equivalent to acetone. Apparently both of these things are illegal, which is alarming to me for personal reasons, but — more to the point — seriously calls into question the legitimacy of Mr. Snakeoil’s prior testimony against Sholter’s accusers.

Speaking of which, nine more women came forward today accusing Sholter of sexual assault. Plus there were a few more accusers yesterday we forgot to write about. Probably should have led with all that. Our b.

Here’s more tweets:

Utterly stunned by today’s Sholter news. Ashamed to say he took me for a ride along with everyone else. Hard to think of a worse betrayal of trust than lying to your fans about all those coworkers you raped. #BooSholtergeist

officially sick of hearing about colt and his exes. let’s just say everyone’s a little bit to blame and move on already

@Sholtergeist acknowledge the lovers u r my villain #HotOnesAgainstColt #КаковаМояЦель

To address the mounting pile of evidence against him, Colton released a somber Note late this afternoon:

after much reflection with my legal team, i see now why it’s crucial little colton’s holstered continuously in a professional context. i deeply regret my prior actions to the contrary, where provable in a court of law. i was mistaken when i said those things never happened before, because i remember now that they did. mea culpa e sua culpa. i also want to sincerely apologize for the pain i caused brittiny, chloe, zoey, and the other brintey even though, quite frankly, no i don’t. peace and love, but not too much love, that’s bad now, big colton <2

Measured words from a measured man. Will they be enough to regain the public’s shattered trust? Time alone will tell, unless something else happens.

BREAKING: Colton Sholter, Deceased! —

Renowned Thespian Bites the Dust Days Before Trial for Untempered Lust

by MJ Alba, death correspondent

Devastating news from Los Angeles today: multiple reports that Colton Sholter, beloved film and television actor, has died of an apparent fentanyl overdose. He was 67 years old.

This story will — man, 67, huh? So this guy was like, well into his forties when he was allegedly harassing all those teen actresses? Sorta seems like he should have known better. Allegedly.

This story — drug overdose, was it? Didn’t he accuse all those girls of being coke-addled liars? Were this not such a tragic loss of life, that might almost seem hypocritical.

This — ah, shoot, you know what? I totally forgot what I was gonna say. Ugh! That’s embarrassing. Oh well, take some tweets about Colton’s death instead:

COLT SH-OD’er!

Colt @Sholtergeist and I may have had our philosophical differences, but it’s always sad when a famous person dies. Rest in peace, you old stallion. #eRIPmav

one word: the lizard people got him #TheLizardPeopleGotHim #AlsoMyNeighboursDogHasBeenReplacedWithALizardPersonDogButThatsUnrelatedToThisParticularIncident

So, so heartbroken to hear of the passing of my cherished friend and meal ticket Colton “Uncle Drac” Eripmav. Hearing word that lizard people were involved in some capacity. Stay safe out there, people. xo

Sholter is survived by his much younger wife, model Tiffany Gliffords, two good looking children, Sandy and Dandelion, and one ugly son from a previous marriage, Biff. A spokesperson for the family had this to say, via the Notes app:

gee, I hope they keep paying me now that Colton’s dead.

Rest in power, Mr. Sholter.

Oh, hey! I remembered what I meant to write before: this story will no doubt overshadow the murder of minor Colt-accuser Britney Shields, who was brutally stabbed at her home this morning by something called an “incel.”

Oof — what a drag. Shoulda kept that forgotten.

BREAKING: Colton Sholter, Remembered! —

An MJ Alba Dot Com Salute to a Hollywood Icon of Upstanding Repute

by MJ Alba, arts and culture correspondent

It’s been almost two weeks since Colton Sholter’s passing, but I still find myself sitting down now and then, cool glass of Smearsoff in hand, to watch one of his movies until my throat burns with emotion, or my belly sears with pain from laughing.

His most famous flick is perhaps the 1985 comedy classic Statutory Grades, about a ragtag group of fraternity boys hounding after the sorority girls of Upskirtilon Psi. In their most spirited prank, the boys sneak powerful hallucinogens into the cherry punch at the freshman mixer, and then harass woozy girls as they stumble to the bathroom. In today’s hyper-aware political climate, it’s hard to recognize that this jape was all in good fun, or that the girls in the movie deserved it, according to their manner of dress.

It’s this sense of playful whimsy I’ll miss most about Colton. On screen and off, the man radiated a lusty charisma that made him feel approachable, or like he might even approach you, whether you wanted him to or not. His charm was as dogged as it was undeniable, undiluted by negativity or naysayers or even the pesky legal issues that so nagged the actor in his later days. Also undeniable, and also undiluted, was the lethal cocktail of fentanyl and cocaine that Colt was unable to refuse thanks to the horrors of addiction. It’s a cruel twist of fate that one little mistake — a callous lifelong relationship with illegal narcotics — was enough to rob this poor man of his agency and ruin a promising future.

To capitalize on Colt’s death, I mean life, I’m writing an in-depth biography of which this article is just a free sample — and you’ve already had your taste. So to read the rest and keep Colt’s memory alive or whatever, please back my Kickstarter campaign for MJ Alba Presents: Colton Sholter: Sholing His True Coltors: Raw & Uncut Edition.

If Colton’s last tweet is anything to go by, it’s what he would have wanted:

If I die, please buy MJ Alba’s book about me

That’s classic Colton Sholter for you — always looking out for the little guy.

Thanks, Colt, for looking out for me, too.

Hey, eyeballs. It’s me here, MJ Alba, editor-in-chief and minority shareholder of MJ Alba Dot Com. It turns out building an online audience of millions is tougher than I thought it would be when I committed to it thoughtlessly on a whim. Who knew? Certainly not the mysterious benefactors bankrolling this operation, who were assured by one of our staff — no naming names — that content virality was a foregone conclusion to content publication. I mean, every piece of content I’ve ever seen online has been pretty popular. Maybe I’m a trend setter?

Anyway, the expensive social reach report I ordered for this website came back with a score of “NaN” and I find that alarming for polonium-related reasons I’d rather not get into me. I don’t know what a good social reach score looks like, but I’m pretty sure it should be a number or at least some sort of star rating or maybe a thumbs up. A hashtag? Is that what hashtags are? Regardless, I have a pretty urgent need to put something together that more eyeballs than my own will observe.

So I hopped around the internet looking for viral articles to inspire me. It turns out most of the really popular stuff is just lists full of other stuff made by less popular people, a practice I learned was called “artisanal content aggregation.” So I randomly picked 10 such lists and decided to artisanally aggregate the best of their items myself.

Behold, truly, the very best the internet has to offer:

10. Jennifer Lawrence Absolutely SLAYS Jennifer Lopez At The Daytime Jenny Awards

Quick caveat here: the actual content for most of these list items was just unrelated gifs and I couldn’t figure out how to paste those into my pirated copy of Microsoft Word 2003. So it’s really just the headlines I’m curating here. I’m pretty sure nobody’s reading past those, but I’m gonna pad them out with some descriptions anyway as per the advice of an ebook I’m subscribing to, Creating a Digital Media Empire for Dummies.

Also, full disclosure, I’m not gonna be trying very hard. Having a weird day. Hope that’s cool.

9. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Got You Down? The New Dating App From Netflix, Strangers’ Things, Will Make You Feel 🔥🔥🔥 In A Good Way

I should also mention that the sources for these list items were usually nowhere to be found in the, er, “original” articles. At best I’d see a string of seemingly random characters following an @ sign below the gif. Is that what a hashtag is? A unique identifier for some piece of information, so that anybody can accurately verrify it? I seem to recall something like that making the rounds a while back, but it sort of just peter daout.

In any case, swipe me up on Strangers’ Things! My ex-girlfriend and I are taking a little breakup right now, apparently, so for all you MJ Albaliebers out there — now’s your chance! Get it while it’s hot!

8. IKEA’s New Jaw-Dropping Shelving Unit Will Change The Way You Think About Shelving Units

This one actually didn’t have a gif, just a picture of some product reviews and an affiliate link to Amazon Sweden. Does anyone know how to get affiliated with Amazon? Much like a certain breakup-obsessed ex-girlfriend of mine, they won’t return my calls.

7. That Feel When You Were A Dunkaroos Kid But Your Friends Were All About Fruit Roll-Ups

Okay, this one maybe benefits from the gif so I’ll do my best to describe it. It was a half-second loop of the actor Tituss Burgess in a rainbow headband looking aghast while gesticulating dramatically toward the camera. The text below him reads “Sweet baby Jesus!” The verrification hashtag was @fuckjerry, which I’ll repeat to really highlight the importance of crediting sources: fuckfuckjerry.

I’ll admit I got a good laugh out of the gif and clicked to say I liked it, but I don’t know what that says about my childhood. We never had fruit rolls or whatever a dunkaroo is. Mother used to say that soft food made for soft men. Then she’d feed us stale bread and cackle long into the night. As a child it scared me, but looking back I guess it was pretty funny.

6. Mark Twain’s SCATHING Takedown Of Factory Owners: “It’s Called Controlling The Means, Not Being Controlling And Mean!💁

I have to level with you here. I know I promised number 6 would be good but that was just a lie so you would read this far down. This whole thing is as randomly ordered as the original episode broadcast order of a swiftly-canceled cult TV comedy on ABC.

That said, maybe this really is the best list item here? I have a hard time believing it’s a real Mark Twain quote — especially since it includes an emoji that was invented a century after his death — but does that necessarily make it not the apotheosis of internet content? Heck, maybe the inanity is the point. Maybe all these popular lists are just weird, fake, off-putting performance art. Who am I to judge? Besides, this particular made-up quote got over 20,000 likes and that many people can’t be wrong. In the immortal words of Mark Twain: 💁!

5. That Time Banksy Did That Thing At Sotheby’s With The Picture Frame And The Shredder And It Was, Like, In The News Pretty Recently? And Everybody Was Talking About It? Remember?

Welcome to item number 5! I’m glad to see you’re still here, unlike a certain breakup-obsessed ex-girlfriend of mine. It’s because you’re committed to the list now — much like a certain breakup-obsessed ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend always was to her. Maybe you thought number 6 was a letdown (my b) but number 1 has gotta be something good, or else you just wasted ten full minutes of the scant thirty million you get as a conscious being. That’s how they getcha. They might also do something with ad revenue and monetization strategies but I haven’t gotten that far in my ebook yet.

In any case, please keep reading and — maybe? — monetizing. I promise number 1 is for real legit.

4. Only Food Nerds Will Get This One: With The Newest Health Craze, “Vegetable Gigantism,” Broccoli Stalks Are At An All-Time High!

You know I still haven’t hit on any matches in that dating app from number 9, or more accurately I’ve been promptly blocked by every match I’ve hit on. That doesn’t really make sense to me considering how popular this list is and how popular I am as a result. By my reckoning I should have at least 20,000 likes by now. That’s just math.

Since Netflix’s dating app is broken I might have to switch over to Hulu’s offering, Wrastle C— You know what, better not.

3. Ever Noticed That Thing In Movies Where There’s A Main Character Who Follows A Call To Adventure And Undergoes A Series Of Trials And Temptations To Overcome Some Internal Or External Struggle, Thereby Experiencing A Transformation And Acquiring The Ultimate Boon? It’s Called “Monomything” — And All Your Favourite Stars Are Doing It!

This one also had that gif of Tituss Burgess saying “Sweet baby Jesus!” It’s surprisingly applicable.

2. Short On Cash But Long In The Tooth? This Affordable Kale Aioli From Sam’s Club Could Be The Key To Living Forever

This was another affiliate link, in this case to — huh. Actually, hold up — yeah. Okay, yeah. I see now. This was in fact just an unrelated ad at the bottom of the article. My b. The good news is that I don’t need that busted dating app anymore — it looks like I have a pretty good lead on dating Natalie Dormer now, or, failing that, one of the many busty anime babes living near my VPN gateway. Hear that, Kardi? Looks like I’m a pretty hot commodity after all! What do you think about them apples, huh? Soft enough for ya? Who’s frighteningly untethered from reality now!

1. Yemen Famine Reaches “Crisis Point” As Saudi-led Troops Prepare To Recapture Port City of Hodeidah

This one’s actually from MJ Alba Dot Com News. Not sure how it got mixed up with the rest of this.

Still:

Titus Andromedon GIF@mattswackygifshop

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Wow.

When Dr. Steve Romanoff (Wilmer Valderrama) collapsed to the ground at the end of tonight’s spectacular Romanoffs finale, I felt as if I, too, had been shot by the cryogenically-preserved pistol originally used to assassinate Grigori Rasputin and — concurrently — Archduke Franz Ferdinand. In retrospect, that Dr. Steve should fall prey to the same shadowy conspirators that toppled Tsarist Russia, rang the bell of war in Europe, and had no particular involvement in the Kennedy assassination is the only way this beautiful time-twisting puzzle of a season could have ended. While Dr. Steve lies dying in the catacombs of Paris, his twin sister Dr. Stacy Romanoff (Wilmer Valderrama) at last uncovers their true lineage with the culmination of her season-long reverse Mamma Mia plot, which reveals that their mother is none other than Joan of Arc herself — or in the original French, Joan d’Romanoff. And all this is to say nothing of that breathtaking cliffhanger with their half-brother Bud “Big Jefe” Romanoff (John Goodman) in the dusty Arkansas oilfields. Where’d that big cliff come from, why is Bud so out of breath, and what manner of shenanigans will Big Jefe and the boys get up to in season two?

I repeat: wow.

The Romanoffs, Season 1, Episode 8: “Roamin’ Off”
 Written by Matthew Weiner and Alexa
 Directed by Matthew Weiner

Grade: 8+
A black-and-white picture of the Romanoff family.
Screenshot: Amazon Studios

But let’s back up. At the end of last week’s penultimate episode, “Please, Tsar, Can I Have Tsome More,” the stage was set for a showdown between Dr. Steve’s telekinetically-connected group of demographically diverse friends, the Romanoffs, and the secret worldwide crime syndicate headed up by Master Septimius Romanoff III — also called the Romanoffs. Joey Romanoff (Matt LeBlanc, in the role of a lifetime) had just revealed himself to be a double agent of the Romanoffs, and Norma-Rae Romanoff (the always game and incredibly talented and fantastically beautiful and flawless actress, Tatiana Maslany (I gush, but it’s okay — I’m a critic; and also Tatiana, if you ever want to meet me and talk about how much I know about your actressing, it won’t be weird — I’m a critic)) in turn revealed her own long-hidden allegiance. It was to the Romanoffs.

With all that chaos in the air, it was a welcome respite to start this week’s finale with a flashback to an event I suspect most of us have been hoping to hear more about all season: the Romanoff Family Reunion Karaoke BBQ of 2006. The show has hinted at the significance of this day a few times before, but — in a thematically-appropriate if frustrating refutation of narrative payoff — this opening flashback shows only the calm before the storm. We see Drs. Steve’s and Stacy’s father — Head of Neurosurgery Dr. Clint Romanoff, Ph.D — lead a game of flag football alongside none other than Master Septimius Romanoff III himself, in the flesh, before whatever tragic incident that stole the use of his legs, arms, and face. What a shock it is to see this villain as he was before, unmarred by his bitterness and grotesque physical deformities, laughing, playing, running with his family — happy. At one point he even exclaims, in a delicious bit of dramatic irony: “Nothing bad will ever happen to or amongst the Romanoffs! Or my legs, arms, or face!” What caused this clearly affectionate familial relationship to sour and morph into a mutual lifelong vendetta backed by a centuries-old conspiracy theory?

But substantive answers to this and every other mystery raised this season will have to wait. Matthew Weiner and co. clearly have a plan in mind — they’re brilliant TV auteurs — but whatever it is, they’re playing the long game. One possible clue comes to us courtesy of commenter desmondismycontent23, who pointed out that the ironic tee shirt Septimius wore a few episodes back may very well allude to the nature of his falling out with Dr. Clint: “I Need Brain Surgery Like I Need a Hole in My Head!” Innocent japery, or a sinister anti-doctor ethos writ x-large?

But enough prelude — let’s talk about that scene. Spoiler warnings ahead!

Lady Romanoff (Lady Gaga) may have deserved a more dignified send-off than being stripped fully but tastefully but still titillatingly nude and stabbed in egregious closeup by hundreds of shish kebab skewers, triggering her genetically-transmitted hemophilia and turning her into a darkly humorous human colander of blood, but boy — talk about powerful imagery. Only the master Weiner himself could have shot such an excessively violent scene with such inspired chiaroscuro so as to render it not only sophisticated but — indeed — beautiful, and therefore not problematic. Chiaroscuro is an Italian word that means I’m better than you.

For each of the Romanoffs on this season of The Romanoffs, legacy is the name of the game. “We are all children of history, and we all of us deserve to suckle at her teat and drink of her sweet milk,” as Big Jefe explains to the judge at his DUI hearing. In this humble critic’s assertion, this egalitarian ethos is at the heart of The Romanoffs’ narrative philosophy. Ontological equality has been the thread patching together all the jarringly disparate storylines this season: the simple idea that each of us, no matter who we are — white or other, rich or upper middle class, important doctor or merely important doctor adjacent, also assuming we’re a secret descendant of the Romanoffs, also attractive — is worth making a TV show about. With many of the main characters dead and the smoke still clearing from that big battle scene that cost as much as some actual wars, it will be interesting to see how this theme plays out in a possible season two. If season one was all about reckoning with grounded themes of personal legacy (and superpowers and global conspiracies and some not-technically-zombies zombies and I think a mysterious creature made entirely of fog? did that really happen? sounds made up), then I have a feeling season two is where this show will really start to explore its meaty premise. Meditative character studies are all well and good and whatever, but this show-stopping finale proves that The Romanoffs is ready to start being watchable, too.


Scraps From My Notebook; Go On, You Dogs, Lap Up The Scraps

  • Nadia Romanoff, rebuffing the advances of fellow Romanoff Chad Romanoff: “I have a personal policy against interoffice Romanoffs.”
  • You know an episode is good when Lady Gaga and Eduardo Fresco pull off a breathtaking karaoke duet of Boney M.’s Rasputin and it gets relegated to the endnotes. A little on the nose for this show, but I’ll allow if for sheer auditory joy and raw sexual energy.
  • Novel idea: a ferociously handsome TV critic, MK Altra, discovers a secret CIA plot to hypnotize people through TV show propaganda. Why him?? It’s cause he’s so smart and good at understanding TV shows. Also he’s dating Tatiana Maslany.
  • To those of you cheering on the coming Valderramaissance, please see this week’s casting news that Wilmer will be playing Venom in Disney’s new live-action Spiderman reboot, Hey, Who Turned Off the Dark?
  • Which of you will be the first to make a meme of Dr. Steve’s rousingly defiant, already-classic final line? “Aw, shit! I’m getting killed!”
  • Am I alone in thinking the end tag with Captain Romanoff portends the development of some sort of Romanoff Cinematic Universe? Yes, please!
  • I could sure go for a glass of wine and a chiaroscuro platter right about now.
  • That’s all for season one of our Romanoffs coverage. No word yet on a renewal, but if the past is anything to go on — the Romanoffs will be ruling our cathode ray tubes for centuries to come.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

MJ Alba is the editor-in-chief and minority shareholder of MJ Alba Dot Com. He was recently approached by two large Eastern European men in the alley behind his mother’s nursing home. They had thick accents and thicker mustaches. They suggested he write something positive about the Russians.

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