The A.V. Club

A marathon featuring martinis, burgers and Narcos.

I thought his character was put in there to show two things. Him being a dick to his family, pulling out a gun on a poor cabbie and such shows how evil corrupts everyone, a standard narrative in crime dramas. And him being a stereotypical gringo — I saw it as another metaphor (again a well-worn one) for our many…

I prefer the binge mode. I compare it to reading a very long book, which I usually do in a few long sessions. I blazed through S1 and half of S2 this weekend.

Carlos and Escobar; it's amazing these two evil men's lives got not just really good screen adaptations, but great actors to play them as well.

There I was, feeling smug and you go ruin it by bringing in the heavy hitters. Fine, death to those shit stains.
To seriously answer your q, yes, many people absolutely deserve it. I object to the celebration aspect of it. Terry Pratchett explored this subject really well via Sam Vimes. Taking life only as a last…

I don't wish death on anyone, I'm not even mad at His Orangeness. He's just a cheap hustler who saw an angle. I do however wish his supporters realize what garbage humans they have been and live with that guilt for the rest of their shitty lives. **Spoiler** never gonna happen.

I don't feel bad for laughing at this. I mean fuck Thiel forever, but a tabloid back-page item bringing down Gawker will never not be funny.

Why stop at "nice dress" when you can be creepily specific? It's great for workplace moral, I always say.

Will do, good sir.

Chronic City sucked balls. I haven't read anything else of his, nor I'm inclined to after suffering through that piece of garbage. He's at least half a Jonathan.

I like him, brilliant comic artist, a bit self-absorbed. Not a fan of the studied misanthropy in his recent work. Check out 32 Stories and Sleepwalk, most of which he did between ages 17-25-ish.

On the other other hand: It would be nice if the review section featured fewer and better Jonathans.

Two people, two good people :/

Not really, I'm high as a kite and this is hitting extra hard.

The fuck? I had no idea. I was away for so long. He was a great dude. Ugh, now I'm bummed. Hugs, Opera Punk.

Don't hate. Houston's got Hubcap Grill. And Langford Grocery.

I am and same here. All I got was I should blast some Carcass.

Option 2: This song is old soulbro James trying to woo honeys on his acoustic guitar at a biker bar resulting in well-deserved violence.

While the radio is on mute.