You also can't denigrate anything without someone labeling you a hipster. You can't win!

I like this young man.

*I* got it, chrisk.

Dinglebert Slaptyback.

Once in the break room of my work, the subject of gay marriage came up, among a biggish group of people of various ages (the young people were encouragingly pro-, the older folks generally less so). They pretty quickly came to a mutual decision to change the subject before anything got too heated. I happened to be…

I finally got my mom to switch to gmail a couple of years ago after her yahoo account got hacked and used to send spam emails for the third time.

Yay!!!

Mary Lou Retton?

I always loved "a dentist with blood in his hair."

Well yeah, I knew what he meant, it just bothered me that it was worded so shittily.

And writing his manifesto.

No, it's the Woodstock sequels.

He don't want no part of this shit.

"Hey dudes! Just swingin' on the flippity-flop, huh?"

Really? It always bugged me that the wording is so clumsy. Ninety-nine what? I mean, you can figure it out, but it sounds like he's talking about giving her ninety-nine dollars, out of one. (I should note here that I was like 14 when this song came came out, prime age to get weirdly uptight and analytical over pop…

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God, Lana.

It's basically the "limousine liberal" attack that conservatives make against liberal celebrities.

No, it shouldn't, but the tradition in relating science to people has been to serve it up dry for many years. David Cronenberg once said he originally planned to be a scientist, but ended up jumping out of the sciences and into humanities because the science lectures were so sterile and unengaging, and there were no…

My favorite memory related to this song is Frank Black playing the intro on an acoustic guitar for no reason whatsoever while getting interviewed on 120 Minutes.