Tomorrow’s sermon—did you see?—reckons with Rashida Jones for speaking gratitude preemptively. She was doing a radio show, so to speak. We suspected her bigcity dreams of exciting Jojo, who now thinks she can be a beautiful film and television actress, and a new and intolerable occasional singer.

Oooh, public reckoning commands action. Or speaks as though it were a discussion with Rube Goldberg. Sorry, I know I never responded to your shirt with the studs, your five crying heavy weights, your inquiry telling to you of love and snow.