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I'm not that crazy about this book, but my criticisms have less to do with Ignatius being such a noxious little shit (that may have been the point, though; my impression coming away was that Toole had written him as a deconstruction of the 'only sane man in a mad, mad world' archetype) as much as they do other things.

I'm not that crazy about this book, but my criticisms have less to do with Ignatius being such a noxious little shit (that may have been the point, though; my impression coming away was that Toole had written him as a deconstruction of the 'only sane man in a mad, mad world' archetype) as much as they do other things.

I made a point of picking up some Beastie Boys while I was out Saturday (I picked up Licensed to Ill, in case anyone asks; neither their creative peak nor their most representative release but it has a way of smacking those who dare to count it put) as a tribute to MCA. He was a great man and the world is poorer for

Did you know it's at a crossroads?

Seconded. The big showdown was a fucking curb-stomp. I understand that this is My Little Pony and not Fist of the North Star, but I think that there was a lot more that could have been done with the sequence.

A thousand kudos for this obit, Mr. Hyden. I'd been spending the afternoon listening to American Son (fantastic record, by the way; Violet Eyes just floors me) and waiting for someone to step up to the plate and give the man the eulogy he deserved. And you did not disappoint.

Seconding @avclub-f121d09285898f1c66d66f1e6f0455a6:disqus.

It's not shocking.

The Daft Punk fired the Big Bottle Rocket!

I've been watching Death Note and rereading Please Kill Me lately, so I spent the better part of my weekend ping-ponging between those.

Young Marble Giants, the Nerves, the Shaggs, Reunion, the Avalanches, Rapeman and Amesoeurs should all be next. That way the editors will be good on G2G material for the next couple months.

I spent the majority of my time watching Daria, though I did get some Beavis and Butthead and vintage Simpsons in there, as well as a little bit of poetry. Suits the mood I've been in lately.

If I were to get a full-sleeve, one of my first choices would be Kefka's Tower as it appears in-game, with Terra, Relm, Celes and Gau on the bottom tier.

By all the Pokemon, do you mean all of them to date or the OG 151?

The original ending wasn't in the film version because Kubrick was going by the American edition of the book and the last chapter had been cut by the publisher. Even if it had been though, Kubrick would more than likely have done with the 21st chapter as he saw fit.

The number-one reason why I don't do online gaming is the large population of dickheads, morons and awful sports kicking around (which is why, if you'll forgive this little off-topic aside, the lack of bots in offline multiplayer is often a deal-breaker for me). The Xbox Live types can keep their late-night Mountain

These cats are flourine me.

Is it still santorum if it's syrup as opposed to lube mixed in with the fecal matter?

Keith Phipps simulates ass-to-mouth on a cardboard cutout of Justin Bieber while singing along to Huun Huur Tu (and knocks it out of the park). Fun times.

@avclub-4d17298d67ec9460263f96b7813ee02a:disqus The reasons why anyone—coprophiles exempted, of course—who would actually want to watch 2 Girls 1 Cup escape me. The influence of our information-age post-irony culture (wherein the flippant pursuit of guffaws at dumb, weird and/or sick shit seems to be the one and only