It’s February, the weather is trying to kill us, the garbage hasn’t been picked up, and somehow this leads—inevitably—to Frank Sinatra insulting his fans, Catherine O’Hara being a comic genius for half a century, the <i>Washington Post</i> lighting itself on fire, and the uncomfortable possibility that puzzles and recipes are the last functioning pillar of American journalism. Also Jeffrey Epstein and a trio of off-color jokes. Obviously.