The title story was in the New Yorker. It was awesome.

Gotta be honest - I don't find you interesting enough to look back through your comments. You're an AV Club commentator, not PJ O'Rourke.

How about we all forgive you for standing up to a guy who beats up women - and forget the reasons why that's an unpopular decision?

What, did he even consider letting a nice family in China adopt them?

She lived through 27 - which may be evidence that she's not a great musician like Cobain, Winehouse, Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison …

Only "unconsciously?"

This movie does not hold up in HD - the puppets look like puppets, the effects look like markers on film, the story makes even less sense.

"How to Save a Life" can really kill a party. That's all I have to say about the Fray.

I want that followup PopoNOW!

Barely not bare?

"There's also the strong argument to be made that Catholics are the last

"Get molested by a priest like me."

Will that make him Novaburns?

Too bad you're not Brett or Jermaine.

You, sir, embiggened my vocabulary!

Which is why no one jokes about Methodists - they just laugh along and reply with a zinger about Baptists.

Wikipedia calls 'em "Weasel words." At least they did the last time I edited the article.

I had no idea Wilco was such an anti-Catholic band. Or is this a solo project inspired by your migraines?

"… go join another organization" replaces the old option: "burn, heretic, burn." Guys like Donohue miss those days as much as I miss the days when you could throw potatoes at guys named Donohue and join secretive political organizations designed to disenfranchise them.

For Whom the (Funeral) Bell Tolls