That's our name for bottom-feeding suction eel. You don't want that.
That's our name for bottom-feeding suction eel. You don't want that.
And by "metaphorical", I mean get your coat.
So, scotteb, can we look forward to another vaguely creepy Koski photochopped avatar now?
You know, you have to finish the bottle of vodka once you open it, or else it goes bad.
I saw the NP's this summer, and neither Neko nor Dan were with them. Still good!
I was going to say…pull that shit in Boston, and mark someone else's parking space, and you're a fucking dead man.
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
I admit I was the first in my high school class (way back in the dark ages of 2002) to actually get a cell phone, but I bet I was also the first to a) pay for it myself and b) use it to create paying work for myself. Really, that was the only reason I got it - I had a couple jobs lined up, and it was simply easier to…
I was telling kids to get off my lawn when I was, like, 12. I've always been hilariously curmudgeonly. And this is still absolute shit.
Libraries purchase wherever they get the best discount, I figure. Which ordinarily means from a wholesaler or one-stop, possibly one like Baker & Taylor which specifically offers substantial library discounts.
Yeah, as late as the mid-90s a relative was working for an indie video store, and I remember being appalled at just how expensive the videos were. And half the trade publications they received would tout "90 DAY SELL THROUGH WINDOW" or some other nonsense. So I doubt that store even made a whole lot of profit on them,…
I'm a Dapper Dan man! I don't use no pomade!
I'm glad I wasn't the only one who remembered that story. My brain is filled with useless trivia like this.
John Irving strikes me as only sporadically good. I've yet to go very far into his oeuvre, but I thought maybe half of "Widow for One Year" was good. Irving cannot write a convincing female character. And his penis obsession is weird. Really weird. "Cider House Rules" was good, however.
No, they're all pretty awful. I remember enjoying the 3rd one, but I last saw it when I was, uh, 17. And if I'm stupid now, imagine how fucking dumb I was when I was 17.
What about scruffy guys who post on the AV Club? Do we count as "writers"? I also periodically write music and book reviews that loudly restate my own ignorance of my chosen subject.
I like the "her AU NATURALE". "Serve over ice". But then, what do you use to get yourself trashed? Then all you have to think about is this godawful terrible freshman marketing gimmick! And that just won't do.
Somehow all this reminds me of a story that may be funny, but only tangentially related. It's all the "Sex and the City" talk.
"Copperhead Road" is a Steve Earle must. A lot of his earlier albums tend to be a bit, uh, compromised by the slicker country sound. "Copperhead Road" is slick and has a lot of big 80's drum sounds to it, but it's a solid, pissed-off, ass-kicking album. "I Feel Alright" and "Train a Comin'" are probably the most solid…
Dolly Parton should not be missed in your country music education. "Coat of Many Colors" has been on the list of stuff to check out for me for some time. And might I suggest Wanda Jackson? I think she falls more on the "rockabilly" side, but you could spend a month just chasing down all the twangier rockabilly stuff…