Lou Reed and Metallica so desperately wanted "Lulu" to be important.

I don't want him, dead or alive.

As 2012 nears its dawn, let us all join hands and acknowledge one last time that yes, "Tubthumping" was great and also fun, and then never speak of it again.

Except holding a whiskey bottle instead of my penis.

Good-bye, Drive-By Trucker Tucker.

Ew, pretty sure he's (acting like he's) nutting in that pic.

Just tweeted by Jeselnik: "Goodbye, Patrice O'Neal. I didn't know you well. But I knew you'd never miss Thanksgiving."

Nobody's perfect.

Aw, shit. RIP.

Chicago has it all over NYC in the pizza and hot dog departments.

I've been hearing about how great Matthew Sweet is since the Girlfriend days, but I never paid him much mind. Perhaps a reappraisal is in order.

Reveal is ten times better than Around the Sun, REM's true single worst album.

The fanciest poultry of all.

Nice-sounding song, but the lyrics suck balls:

YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH RIGHT NOW

She is one of those people who always seemed to me like she's not really all that interested in music, like she got into it when she was young to be cool and artsy, but then didn't figure out what else to do with herself so she stuck to music.

I like Suzanne Vega. It's on my bucket list to have her sing "Fancy Poultry" to me while I masturbate.

Squeezer to the dome!

Why? When the AV Club reviews a film that has a reputation for being shocking or otherwise difficult to watch, Tobias is usually the one who reviewed it. I'd say he's reviewed enough of these kinds of films to qualify as "qualified."

Pretty much. I saw the scene during the very brief period that someone had posted the film on YouTube. The baby is way too fake looking to make the scene as horrific as it could have been.