I stopped reading Gawker when the Consumerist became a blog that whining about the existence of children and sicking the credit card companies on any merchant that refuses to sell you a 23 cent pack of gum with your platinum card.

There's a really simple test of whether or not a posting a sex tape is journalism. Did they interview the people in the sex tape before posting it and was it possible to talk about the sex tape without posting it? Or did they just consider the massive number of clicks they'd get, or that ruining lives is funny and OK…

It's official. It's time for a moratorium on things that happen on Twitter.

Disney should just release a statement that says filing the suit will last longer than M.I.A.'s relevance, and they're happy she likes the Lion King.

It's a publicity stunt. Even my dead cat knows that the track is never going to go away now. My dead cat also knows that M.I.A. has cleared all the other corporately owned samples she used.

M.I.A. has never been an interesting provocateur. It's the sort of thing that happens when everything is a calculated attempt to elevate celebrity instead of truly sincere comment on something. It's not like she's bucking the anti-corporate trend by making a creative-commons album.

How bout cheese, fake cheese display containers, and normal drums?

Rolling Stone has always been the magazine for somebody's condescending dad who may have been cool for a second once.

EDM has a social benefit as kit gives knobs that don't do anything jobs.

I'm hoping Lamar has better lyrics than that. There's never been an illusion of KISS being anything but a big dumb rock band. But, they lyrics that are less boilerplate than that.

Which is usually around half to three quarters of the people at the party. No one says anything because they're tired of winding up the one cleftal horizon who can't shut up about the Beatles.

Drinking culture is an absolute nightmare of baseball caps, hoots, farts, and spillage.

I like a good IPA and did seek out a few. But, as a friend pointed out a few years ago, every shitty IPA gets really high ratings just for being an IPA. Stouts are now being ruined with gimmicky chocolate milk and coffee crap.

Covers like this are always hit or miss and I would call this one a miss. It's less of cover than an a typically uncreative pantomime where sounds are simply replaced with other sounds and performed with a lack of interest. Really don't know what part of that is supposed to be 1930s.

Yup (Opens up jazz CD, pulls out collection of essays and hi-res photos)

I've always theorized that the industry was partially eviscerated because so many popular albums were given as gifts.

It's funny how you don't have to look very hard for someone who misses how CDs forced them to listen to an entire album.

Being able to drop into the record store and be able to hear and afford the random new thing the owners are excited about. Now you're probably dealing with an over-priced double album that you might go home and pick-up on bandcamp.

How am I hater? I want to hear more from the 3/4s of a good band.

I haven't the first clue of what the sequel is about but it's tough to imagine a movie that was an excuse to blow up major landmarks being followed up in a world where they've all been destroyed already.