Wait. Carly Rae? I really dug "Call Me Maybe" but didn't realize she was still kicking around.

Haven't really put a list together yet, but I loved (in no particular order), Kendrick, Courtney Barnett, Hop Along, Mac McCaughan, Sleater-Kinney, Tame Impala, and Young Guv. Beach Slang was also sneaky great too. I'm probably forgetting a bunch. Definitely check out Young Guv and Beach Slang.

Merry Kristaps, Occams! And may Latvian Santa never haunt your nightmares, as he steals your children for being naughty. Or else he'll dunk right over the back of your head.

What ho, Gussie! You're looking particularly festive this time of year!

MISS YOU TOO, BRUH. We need to talk musics soon. So much good shit this year.

And you know who I have to thank? You, Toothbrush Narrator!

Merry Christmas Pterodactyl, neerrrrdds! And a super sweet Boxing Day to our Canadian pals! (Geez, you guys are really into fisticuffs. Lay off the Molsons this season, huh?)

I mean, the dancing is FANTASTIC. The lip syncing, on the other hand, is not

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Apropos of absolutely something, by the way, that quote (which is glorious and fantastic) immediately reminded me of a great Louis CK bit about just living in sadness and taking it in and being in the moment and accepting it.

Finally, someone answers the supervillain question correctly.

I've seen Bowfinger! It's actually pretty great and at the time, I thought it heralded an Eddie Murph-aissance, but I suppose there was way too much money to be made by doing Norbit.

Will Forte as Tommy Davis. He could convey just the right amount of smarm, entitlement, and uber-dickishness.

It's adorable!

I need this in my life. I must replicate it. Preferably with the quickness.

Note to self: dunk aggressive amounts of loaves and fishes in merlot tomorrow night.

Inspired by Lloyd's admission that he likes dunking chocolate chip cookies in apple juice, I decided to try dipping a ginger snap in rye whiskey.

Relevant: I actually had just started to read this article tonight before I was rudely interrupted by basketball.

Oh yeah?!? Well, why don't you just MARRY your categoriaffectia, then??

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that not all feelings need to be categorized.