I stopped when I realized it read "immoral" and not "immortal" in the first sentence.

I'll tell you what I told my old roommate who took issue with me wearing STX shorts though I never played lacrosse before …

… unlike turdstool.

I haven't seen that conversation, but I did enjoy this comment:

Is that a Garrison file?

It's not an illness, I just do crunches a lot.

I'll tell you as soon as my tent stops shaking.

In all but the darkest timeline.

That's kinda the problem with that song. It just crushes everything. I think this album is stronger than the reviewer (seemingly — he did give it a B-, afterall) gives it credit for. But it's definitely a synthy, chill-out mood album, outside of the first track which I'm not real keen on.

So, if I'm not logged in for some reason, Disqus just assigns my Twitter account as the log in. Interesting. (Not really.)

I don't know why there aren't more black film critics, but I do know it's time for these guys to return. With Ebert passed on, we need them more than ever:

@Nudeviking:disqus  Cancer, AIDS, and closet rats.

Did you hear about Jenny? It's so sad, her being diagnosed with Disco Inferno.

@avclub-5cacf3537687ab9a5b03778cfb57f476:disqus  I think that still counts as a spoiler for the comic, dude.

I got listed in "Who's Who In The East" my senior year as the third-team small forward.

Utah! Two!

Beach Bum with a Shotgun

That photo definitely can't decide if it wants the mustache on or off.

I use that time for blowjobs as a reminder to not to get the mogwais wet.

Where? Where's Firefly hats?!?!