Also known as "Eastbound and Down Disorder."

I hate that fucking movie.

To Bill Brasskie!

ok.

I'm sold.

I love Wilco, and I'm trying to get my dad into them. Same thing with Neko Case, but he just won't listen to me sometimes. Doesn't mean their music is any less good.

I've never had a problem with Evan Rachel Wood, aside from the whole Manson thing. I thought she was pretty good in the Wrestler at the very least.

Maybe if you really wanted to play computer games, you shouldn't have bought a fucking mac. Jus' saying.

That is delightful.

I don't think he's ever put out a bad album (not counting remixes). The Slip is fucking rad, and their live show is amazing. Haters be damned, NIN have and always will rule.

I know, dude, I know.

Word
To paraphrase Snoop, Conan up, Jay down while you motherfuckers bounce to this.

So… once a week?

Taint Your Wagons.

I'll give you my address if you promise to throw painkillers at me. That would be sweet.

I went through a big Miike binge on netflix a few months ago, and they consistently tried to make me add Suicide Club (which I did). It looked liked a downgrade in quality, but now, thanks to Handlen, that shit is number 1 on the queue. Don't let me down, broskie.

I always assumed he was going through some sort of Muslim phase (maybe he still is, I don't know). I'm too lazy to look it up though.

I got a flask that's shaped like a cell-phone from my secret-santa at work. At first I was like, "Oh, that's pretty cool." But I never use it because it looks fucking ridiculous when you take a schwack off of an antenna. Still, it's the thought that counts I guess. Only I suppose their thought was, "Gee, he seems…

I hope mama cooked the breakfast with no hog.

Yeah, that bugged me as well. It's Wilco (the Song) not The Wilco Song. It's pretty damn catchy too. Red Rocks in July! Woo!