McShane wasted on GoT. Murf - I'd think introducing a new, vital to the plot character would be kinda dumb now…but Gendry returns, and "Who's Afraid of Lady Stoneheart"?

The titular AND THE title role???? Littlefinger finally uses his ass-pennies, and Longclaw? Little Donnie didn't know he had it THE WHOLE TIME.

Don't you fucking dare.

The Andy-Lucy anti-dynamic is boring at best, and saccharine. BUT - holy hell, somebody nominate Matthew Lillard for an Emmy! Broke my heart, and just so, so many layers in that monologue! Turns out the poor guy had been diving deeper all along, he just didn't know where it was…

Reminds of Batailles "corpse in a luminous shroud, running through a field at night"…or something.

The ghost of GG Allin actually takes a shower in shame.

Ho-hum. I wanted FNAF, I got Golden Girls!

Administrators are usually husks that graduated from J.C. Penney khakis into J.C. Penney suits, with NOTHING in there. Maybe atiny bit of dribble from a velcro wallet somewhere in the middle, but that's almost it. Teachers on the other hand? Yeah, they're the "real enemy." What do you want them to do? I mean, it's…

Fuck this guy, a lot.

Soon, Yoshimitsu realized that he himself was a moron!

Rain Shadow Meats in Seattle makes the best brats I've ever had. Sold with a soft pretzel bun, these things would make the coldest Prussian cry for home. They're beautiful.

I have reached total Homme-Grohl saturation.

Gandalf as Richard the 3rd in WWII, good. Gender-swapping "to raise a ruckus" - bad. Protesting at a Shakespeare play and yelling about Kathy Griffin? Fucking stupid and guaranteed to have flowers, Jesus, grandkids, and cars/guns on facebook. Oh, and a tiny dog.

Amouse-bouche: Capote quote in light pith, cigarette. Appetizer: Enflamed sinus in Bandada broth, ego sliver. Salad: Hill of potato kill, spilled with ill dill and onomatopoeia, swordfish gill, Rill-milled shine o' still, OK, sorry, can't do it anymore. His work maintains such a forced view that it just gets boring.…

Ann Magnussen (who is basically Super Woman!) was running the theater where Nomi debuted. "The Nomi Song" is a killer doc about him and this place in the weirdo underground art scene in NY at the time, and makes me want to go back in time…

She did a show in Atlanta as sort of a "test run" for the Bright Red album, and also one that was super-bare-bones, just her in a chair, tea light candle on the stage floor kinda random, and a little video screen stage right. It was almost spooky; made you kinda want to float up into the air. So, both shows were just…

"Lemme tell ya somethin' brother!!"

Hell, then, I am lucky! I've seen most of these bands. And yeah, it was as good as you dream. Also saw Laurie Anderson, Oingo Boingo, and a ton of others. I was in the right place at the right time, though…I WISH I had seen? Husker Du! Klaus Nomi! Motherfucking Ennio Morricone!

Uhhh, Mistah Urotsukidoji, are familiar with the video series Clam Lappers One through Ninety?

Uneducated, brown-collar workers don't use Twitter, any of that "new-fangled shit." And their kids have time in between meth and having brand-new Jesus babies use Instagram. Oddly, JUST SO MANY stupid grannies and grandpas on Facebook. Who has a 65k Gold Wing Harley? Who has a new/old beard? Who has a hideous mop dog…