I blame James Murphy.

Because they started making bland, watered-down disco. Which I guess is safer and more accessible.

Back in my day we just called it Techno!

Christ! If my parents responded to me like that I'd resort to only communicating with them in the form of a pre-written essay, because that's obviously what they want.

Or the most popular musician aren't the best ones, just like with any other genre.

"If this is anyone but Hannibal, you're stealing my bit!"

Is there some genetic condition that makes people violently allergic to mysteries yet still insist on watching mystery shows?

You're not alone. There are dozens of us!

What clarity do we have on Kevin's blackouts?

You have higher clarity expectations for the leader of a suicide cult than I do.

In news that may only interest me: Luxury Comedy is back! It's like The Mighty Boosh but less tethered to reality, because apparently that was possible.

Note to self: Don't parody shows are are already comedies.

It means "butt" in Canada, though.

The Rye or the Kaiser.

It's at least remarkable that he's been in both the best and the worst finale.

I am also a fan of this particular televisual programme.

Thanks, husserl.
Thusserl.

It's one of those "learning about Citizen Kane from The Simpsons" moments. I didn't know his speech was straight out of Silence of the Lambs until long after I first saw it.

Can I opt out of that dumb, useless title-bar that messes up the scrolling?

Ink Master is the one that really deserved the A/F.