HOW HENRY FORD RUINED GENERATIONS OF LAWYERS (AND IT'S NOT THE ANTI-SEMITISM): Please pardon the overly occupational topic of this post, but our grammar melee chipped off a piece of a "these kids today" rant that I've been working on for several years now, and I thought I'd roll out the rest of it here. Nobody reads us on the weekend anyway.

HAWAIIAN NOISES?  Do read Tom Scocca on Dire Straits' "Money for Nothing" suddenly becoming too homophobic for Canadian radio under the Canadian Association of Broadcasters’ Code of Ethics and Equitable Portrayal Code, and whether it's just about the most ironic song ever written:

"Money for Nothing" was a much bigger hit than anything that Dire Straits had done before; that is, Knopfler made himself into a successful rock star by way of a song about people resenting rock stars' success. He also abandoned his own opposition to making music videos, so the song was marketed with an MTV video in which computer-animated characters disparaged MTV videos—expressing what had previously been Knopfler's actual point of view—which won Video of the Year and helped make the song No. 1. And then, yes, alongside Knopfler's grumbling, working-man's-persona anti-MTV, anti-rock-star lyrics, there was another voice singing the video network's actual marketing slogan, and that voice belonged to, of all people, Sting. So. If you're looking for some moment when art and commerce, integrity and "selling out," class solidarity and class envy, performer and spectator, content and advertisement, and assorted other tensions all collapsed into a lucrative and critic-proof singularity, you could do worse.

THEY HAVE A BALANCED DIET OF SANDWICHES AND PENS: BBC America's Youtube Channel explains Law & Order: UK. Excellent combination of promotion and self-mockery.

But why is Fat Apollo thin and speaking with a British accent?

THINGS THAT KEEP US AWAKE AT NIGHT: When Adam visited Disney World's American Idol experience a couple of years ago, he praised the versimilitude, noting that the judging panel featured "Amiable Hefty Black Man Who Wears A Large Watch, Daffy Woman Who Praises Every Performer For Being Beautiful Before Evaluating The Singing, and Crabby Australian." Anyone know if we have adjusted to remove DWWPEVPFBBBETS and CA and replace them with Over-Enthusiastic Borderline-Incoherent Latina and Utterly Incoherent Man Whose Face Vaguely Appears To Be Melting?

I GUESS THIS MEANS NO TONTINE?  So as we all knew, Rob Mariano and Russell Hantz are returning for this of Survivor. Jeff Probst insists, "I’m not concerned at all about any Russell fatigue — that people have had too much. If you’ve had too much of Russell, I dare say you’re not really a Survivor fan."

Bullshit. I love Survivor, and I've had enough of Russell for now. I appreciate the need to theme each season, but that can be done through structural shifts (Redemption Island, hidden immunity idols, three-person final tribal, etc.) or through casting choices (I'm still waiting for an all Law Enforcement/Military season, or an all-female season).  We don't need to recycle Russell for the third time in four seasons.

"TOTALLY, COMPLETELY, UTTERLY, AND INARGUABLY WRONG": Slate's Farhad Manjoo implores you to type only one space after each period. He explains that now that the world is all proportional fonts instead of monospaced fonts, "adding two spaces after a period no longer enhances readability ... It diminishes it."

added:  We ran a poll all week: two spaces won out, 62% - 37%.

MEET US IN MONTAUK: That was a deliberate Eternal Sunshine reference to open up Top Chef All Stars, right? Loved, loved anything having to do with Marcel and Dale last night, and the level of drama regarding the outcome was suitably high and tense. Recap here, but let me highlight two other comments. First, @FabioViviani tweets:

SORRY GUEST JUDGE if you do the 95% of the knife work means you did all the dish ! Idiot ! Whats left ? Sautee a Pc of fish ? Puree corn ?

Anthony Bourdain:

Who will rise to grab the Crown of Douchedom from the vacant throne? Marcel seems to be doing his best to live up to her standards. Apparently, all you have to do is feed Marcel a little alcohol and he starts thinking he's an OG, flashing a dizzying array of half-assed hand gestures and gettin' all gangsta and shit. And right up in your face, too! It's really an amazement that Marcel has made it this far through life without getting a proverbial pencil in his neck. On the prison tier of existence, he seems designed to be a victim. May you live long and prosper, Marcel. You make good television. Especially your menacing exhortation to your cellies that should they not live up to your high standards, they should just "Get the f--k out tha game!" I tell you, that gave me chills. Reminded me the time Suge Knight held me upside down off the hotel balcony and asked for half my publishing.