All these celebrities are really turning the East Village into a shithole.  

Don't even joke, man.  Hardwick's goon squad may be coming for you now.

He's a bland TV personality with mildly interesting taste.  He's the whole package!

"Turning into"?

Interesting argument, but a non-sequitur to the DAC argument because Picasso IS pictures, and Picasso's comics WERE comics.  

I remember a great essay in the old zine, Destroy All Comics.  They were reacting to a quote that said Kirby was the Picasso of comics by pointing out that Picasso had in fact done some comics and, they argued, it was better than anything Kirby had ever done.  Interesting counterpoint to the typical hero-worship. …

Nothing against this show because the trend is a lot more pervasive than that.  Most of them don't even have an Apocalypse pretext.

TV shows looking for publicity and dramatic tension by killing off characters is such a stupid trend. 

So stupid.  So hilarious.

I came to the realization a while ago that, while Kroll looks like a comedian I'd like, his soul is pure Robin Williams.

Trent:  "For the cover art, let's have some corroded metal, covered with decay and flies and … oh shit, it's leg day!  I gotta jet!"

Club sauce?

Chris Rock has made some good movies, like CB4 and Head of State, the latter of which is IMO an undiscovered gem.  But if you ever hear him in interviews you can tell the guy is really serious as an artist.  He's obsessed with Woody Allen.  Rock is a better standup than Woody ever was and if he ever finds his groove…

Anyone else find the above photo very reminiscent of Nan Goldin's stuff?

A chore?  Seriously?  That scene where she meets with the psychiatrist who confronts her with the situation and the way Carmella tries to rationalize it, to hear something other than what he says—god, such brilliant writing.  Or that confrontation she and Tony have at the end of season 4—two powerhouses of modern…

Yeah, most of the blame goes to the writers and the actress.  I loved Carmella Soprano.  At first you think she's this stereotypical mob boss' wife.  But then you see how she is simultaneously a victim of her husband and her circumstances, a perpetrator of her own crimes, an enabler, a fierce mother, archetype but…

Mr. Show was right:  the entire economic system is built on giving and receiving blowjobs.

I like him.  A lot.  True, he's no Marvin Gaye, but he carries that mantle better than almost anyone in the era.  At a time when all of our sex references are winking and ironic he's one of the few guys who can earnestly acknowledge what a powerful force it is.

The Gayes sure love to brawl.

Flanimal Flarm reference.