COURTNEY LOVE (1964-2003): No, Frances Bean's mom isn't physically dead yet, but that hasn't stopped Seattle's alternaweekly The Stranger devoting full team coverage to her career obituary. Why?

The sad fact is that Courtney Love may be dead by the time you read this. She may be alive when you start reading a piece and dead when you finish it. Or she could carry on for decades, stumbling toward her ultimate goal of transforming completely into Blanche DuBois (Love's recent complaints that her criminal trial dates conflicted with her plans to attend the Academy Awards suggest she's closer than we ever feared).

No matter how the remains of Courtney Love spend the balance of their time on earth, there's no denying that the Courtney who inspired and inflamed a generation as the mouthy, whip-smart little-engine-that-could is dead and gone, leaving only a sputtering, scorched-earth shell, for which we're morbidly happy to provide this eulogy.

You can read a the eight-article package starting here.

WITH PATENTED MOHOLY-NAGY POWER-STEERING: There's a Volkswagen Golf Bauhaus? Design cues aside, does anybody realize how completely messed up this is?

I'LL DO WHAT I CAN TO KEEP THIS SPOILER-FREE FOR THE WEST COAST FOLK, WHICH IS TO SAY, NOT MUCH: Tonight was not a good night on television to be a gruff white guy with a facial hair.

Most disappointing reality show boot since Team Guido axed these guys in the Beijing episode of TAR1? Perhaps.

Outwitted, outplayed, outlasted. Ouch.

On the other one, well, it was what it was, and I guess it wasn't a bad episode overall, save the return appearance of The Most Annoying Kid On TV Since Sam Joined Diff'rent Strokes. Any episode where Anspaugh appears always gets bonus points in my book.

OR, "CALLIPYGIAN DUDE": I am unable now to see Hugh Jackman's name without replacing the "ck" with an "ss."

ALSO, I HATED 'POINT BREAK': Well, for the first time in what seems like a year I am unable to view full Salon content, because I am unwilling to watch the Hugh Jackman Oklahoma commercial for a third-straight day. Somehow I don't think this is what Salon had in mind. So I ask you: to what should we compare Hugh Jackman's career arc? Is there anybody else who has worked so hard to parlay his breakout role as a brooding tough in a blockbuster superhero action movie into an unconvincing romantic lead in a halfhearted romantic comedy that he used as a springboard to a PBS version of a Broadway musical? As if all Wolverine wanted to do was dance. And by the way, please don't say Patrick Swayze, because his brooding-tough breakout role was as a dance instructor, and because Road House just does not count.

LIKE A GIANT, FIERY ANVIL FALLING FROM THE SKY ONTO AN UNSUSPECTING HEAD: Yes, we've already discussed tonight's big spoiler in what's being billed as THE BIGGEST EVENT IN ER HISTORY, but, really, what do you do if you lack either the time, effort or interest in watching the episode?

Fear not: the loyal posters at TWoP, as they do every week, already have a meticulous scene-by-scene, multiple-sourced account of the episode that almost reads like a transcript, available here.

You know, I'm all in favor of leaks of tidbits -- cast departures or surprise twists on Survivor, say, that make you feel cool to be "in the know" -- but there's a line beyond which such spoilage really does ruin one's ability to sit back and enjoy a show. I might want to know that "someone does come back" on Survivor, but if someone handed me in September a complete and accurate list of the bootees, in order, I hope I'd be smart enough to turn it down. Where's the fun in that?

7305 DAYS AFTER: Twenty years ago today, half the adult population of the United States sat in front of their television sets to watch ABC's nuclear war telemovie, The Day After.

If I'm remembering right, I was so freaked out by how graphic it was supposed to be that I ended up not watching it.

I envy the generation of kids who came of age between the fall of the Soviet Union and 9/11/01. They got to have a childhood where they never had to fear that their whole world might be destroyed at any minute. They didn't have to worry. We did, and do again now.