I first saw Gretchen Mol in 1998's "Music from Another Room," which I'm surprised went unmentioned here. It's the kind of movie I would have expected to appear in a Random Roles inventory: Jude Law's character unwrapped the umbilical cord around Mol's character's neck as she was being born, Jennifer Tilly is her blind…

"I know a lot about buns…and fingering!"

There were so many splinters in the party by then. They teach you in school about Stephen A. Douglas, and John C. Breckinridge; but they neglect the candidacy of Jeremiah Fuck, who ran a campaign of appeasing the border states.

The good news for hat-wearers is that, with the alt-right's signature clothing becoming a white collared shirt and ill-fitting khakis, fedoras should soon be okay to wear again!

True fact: Life University is a chiropractic college outside of Atlanta. They have a great rugby program.

I am terrified by the prospect of Republicans deciding that Trump has outlived his usefulness, only for him to decide he's really a Democrat, and the party would be too divided to prevent a hostile takeover.

The more accurate description of how the dynamics of American two-party system have shifted: instead of having a broadly populist Democratic Party and a broadly elitist Republican Party, with a broad ideological overlap between the two, we have a broadly center-left Democratic Party and a broadly right-wing Republican…

Partisanship is a hell of a drug.

My ridiculous backstory for a new Arthie character as a tag team with Rhonda/Britannica:

Only downside: she's too real for '80s "Jeopardy!"

"Is that the only song you know how to play?"

It's 2017. Doesn't it feel like we're perpetually getting parts of our penis hacked off?

Let's just put it this way: if the show lasts more than two seasons, one of them is going to die of AIDS.

Yet the article never approached what has become my favorite little fact about the Hard Rock brand: that it was bought out by the Seminole Nation to turn all of their Indian casinos in Florida into Hard Rock Casinos. Surely, there's a good paragraph to be written on that.

Katie Crutchfield's hair makes me irrationally angry, and it manages to deduct from every attempt I make to get into Waxahatchee.

That's kind of my point. On one hand, her sound has a very solid foundation in the roots of American popular music; on the other, there are at least a dozen songs where I've had to look up things in her lyrics to confirm that's a thing in Australia. I don't know whether the latter disqualifies the former.

If Courtney Barnett wasn't Australian, I'd say that she's the best Americana musician going at the moment. I may stand by that regardless of where she's from.

If you're the type of person who puts Marmite or Vegemite on toast, that's not too far off from the truth.

That's worse.

Isn't that the Steve Miller line?