I think that rapper already fell victim to a surprisingly niche assassin. So now the rest of him is a ghost, and his face… well I dunno man, nobody's face has ever come back from the other other side.

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Far be it for me to say that good fans make bad critics, but I do think that there needs to be a bit of separation between "fan-hat" criticisms and "critic-hat" criticisms. The Venn diagram on those can't just be a single circle, regardless of the medium in question.

[Relative of one of] Simpson[']s [lawyers] did it.

Once you have an ethnic friend or relative-by-marriage or whatever, you realize that no network tv show could ever do their particular brand of insane hilarity justice.

It's sad that it could be Hungry, and it could be Hippo, but it could never be both.

If video game critics were a more serious lot, I don't think you'd see the type of slavish unanimity we're currently witnessing. Video games are the most robust and varied artistic medium currently in existence. Building consensus should therefore be more difficult in this medium than in any other. For every guy who…

You make an excellent point about what our culture - even at the margins - has come to expect of film. Film could absolutely do a lot more (and/or a lot less) than it does right now and still create art. It might, however, end up creating art that is off-putting because the audience just doesn't know what to do with…

It might be! Having never encountered that particular nugget of knowledge myself, I'm not the right person to say one way or the other. But I learned all about madrigals and motets from the aforementioned chorus geekery.

I had no idea actually. Anything from pre-modern times that involved instruments is completely out my wheelhouse. I was a chorus geek as opposed to… well, a ren-faire geek I guess? Whichever type of geeks learned about lutes and stuff, I was not one of those.

The writers were inducting Alexis into the Holy Order of the Beard.

Hellboy is my new favorite suggestion. Prior favorites include Hodos, Hates, and Humperdinck.

Now now, Paul Simon is still alive, and I heard very good things about his latest album. We need skeletons-turned-into-dust-already music. Because even skeletons are kinda cool.

They're Bajoring us to death over here.

The time has come for Apple to use centuries-old madrigals and motets in their commercials just to fuck with people.

Robyn is to human psychology as Ke$ha is to personal hygiene.

I particularly enjoyed the part of this episode where they crammed an entire show's worth of intuitive leaps and snowballing conjecture that all turn out to be correct because this isn't a two-parter down into like 2 minutes very near the end. That's pretty darn efficient!

If Castle's right that he's saved her life nine times, then Beckett's really gotta watch out. Once that card gets punched ten times it can be redeemed for a pity fuck.

I like the part where he's rich and famous and gets to have his adolescence extended by several decades. Is there some sort of Women's Studies degree program I can get into that will guarantee me that sort of career?

I think you're falling into a trap that's become more pernicious as the technology available to make video games has improved.