Yeah, I love watching actual footage of them swimming, but when you see them in scale (like in the header above), they're goddamned terrifying in a primal way and finding out how they hunt and how they attack does little to mitigate that. I have a ton of respect for the researchers who work with these animals on the…

Not so much embarrassment, as I have incredibly good memories going to ska shows in the mid to late 90s. Lotsa fun. And then suddenly emo was a thing.

I dunno … I mean, it's all intertwined, isn't it? The glorification of Lee and removal of him from the political context of the Civil War is part and parcel of white-washing Southern slavery.

There's no harm in it … as long as they show the slave shacks and whipping post along with the big house. I know quite a few "cultural interpreters" who actually do the whole slave thing to make just that point. And nothing pisses them off more than plantations that don't show that that the foundation of that…

I ate at the one with Nassau on my cruise with my father. The food was aggressively mediocre and the memorabilia was third-rate. But the old man got a kick out of it, so there's that.

Jesus, the Slackers … I don't think I've even thought about them since roughly 1999.

I made the comment to my fellow Marvel geek co-worker the other day that it feels weird to be excited about a Thor movie, and not feel contractually obligated to see it as a build up for Infinity War.

Yeah, they didn't do it for me. Then again, I don't quite get the appeal of this band. They aren't bad, they're just completely "meh" to me.

It is a terrible shark movie, but it's unusual in that it's earnestly trying not to be terrible. So many shark movies have a bit of a wink at the camera at their own terrible nature that it's almost refreshing. Or would be, if it wasn't such a terrible movie.

I saw Arachnophobia at the drive-in when I was a kid. I'll be damned if I can remember what the other end of the double feature was.

A respectable mourning period should take place first, like 5 years or so.

Well, no, as that's why I stopped reading the Huffington Post.

"The person who curated my records has erred badly by thinking I want to listen to The Clash’s London Calling, which is sitting on the Crosley, awaiting a spin. "

Yeah, instead of that how about we just link the the last time the AVC explored this? Or one of the many other media outlets who have done the same thing?

Not really. It's his mom.

I generally don't sleep exposed to the weather.

Incorrect.

I can't even think about having anything on my feet, no matter what season. Or long pants.

That certainly gives Operation Barbarossa a different meaning …

Jesus. Just the thought of that makes me sweat.