Out of nowhere, but I thought the Troy film project should've done the same thing.  How dope would it have been to have followed some soldiers that occasionally had terrifying brushes with Diomedes in the field?  Or the train tossing bodies into the air in the distance that would've been Achilles?

I don't know that your name gets you a pass for that one, 'licious.

I think I just entered the Bargaining Phase.  Can you go straight there and skip Denial? 

Fair enough.  Sorry I was so prickly.

People are riffing because he has a fictitious-seeming name to Western eyes.  I figured I'd steer us clear of any vaguely jingoistic tones with a little grounded biography—which is fun, as the bio turns out to retain the fictitious flava.

Zal's actual dad is every bit worthy of a DC Comics appearance.  He's a small book publisher with a 'stach the size of a tote bag.

Seconded up the ass.  Seriously—acting schools across the country, at the minimum, should be gobbling this shit up.

Sentence vacated.

I'm trying, natty, to read this comment as a wry re-working of, rather than a felony-class misquoting of, the parent text.

Holy fucking shit, man.

Just picked up the show.  But I'll happily duel as many of you nancy Hitchens-plagiarisers as you can scrounge up in a more current forum.

You'll likely never read this, Handlen, but your appositive definition of 'catechism' as 'empty words repeated without meaning' is awfully big for your britches, and presumptive as all hell.  Sorry church doesn't move you.  How about you keep your snotty atheo-liberal dismissal of something that moves HUNDREDS OF…

Oh, wait, there you are.  I thought this snotty comment had disappeared.

Given the snark I caught for that comment (though it seems to have been removed), I should probably clarify that I am making no boast about having been there at the beginning, but rather about being so hoary-fucking old that it was easy to be there at the beginning, and since they were bizarre I followed them from…

I'd say Soft Bulletin.  Those of us old-ass cats that were chuckling about lines like 'she don't use jelly' when they got their first blowjob probably figured Clouds Taste Metallic was the end of the Lips, as it was a) great, and b) ignored.  Then Bulletin arrived and all of a sudden kids I could've fathered during…

I was also quite partial to 'you shoot five of us spider-bear-things dead and we will all advance heedless of the danger; some unseen cavalry rescuer type shoots one more of us dead and we are FUCKING OUT OF HERE.'

Rowan, I dig your style and I'm not going to hold this against you the next time you recommend something, but I found this almost unwatchable.

Well, if you intrinsically hate fun, you could always think of it as a clever reductio ad absurdum kinda thing about how much record diehards fetishize the art object as much as or more than the art content.

Well, if you intrinsically hate fun, you could always think of it as a clever reductio ad absurdum kinda thing about how much record diehards fetishize the art object as much as or more than the art content.

It depends on whether you can get your freezer temperature down far enough to make this bitch out of mint julep.