To back up my claim to being white and middle-aged, I do love to distract myself from the agonies of jogging by trying to decipher most of DOOM's lyrics

To back up my claim to being white and middle-aged, I do love to distract myself from the agonies of jogging by trying to decipher most of DOOM's lyrics

Eh? I'd rate Hot Sauce as perhaps their second or third best album. How is a deliberate throwback an automatic insult?

Eh? I'd rate Hot Sauce as perhaps their second or third best album. How is a deliberate throwback an automatic insult?

You're right, this is an absolute hell of a feature. I was a little late in my proper appreciation of hiphop, loving Fear of a Black Planet but not seeking out the more obscure stuff until the musical dark ages of the late1990s when I discovered DJ Shadow's Endtroducing and went further with his connections with…

You're right, this is an absolute hell of a feature. I was a little late in my proper appreciation of hiphop, loving Fear of a Black Planet but not seeking out the more obscure stuff until the musical dark ages of the late1990s when I discovered DJ Shadow's Endtroducing and went further with his connections with…

Not to forget the alltime best #1 credit:

I'm in the middle of Pyongyang at the moment, and I'm taking it slowly because I'm loving it so much, I'm not sure how I came to own the book, it was probably because of a review at the time on this site had me putting it in my Amazon basket and a sudden discount took care of the rest. So I know nothing of DeLisle but…

Third base is anal, right?

There's a fucking Ministry cameo in it???

I Love Lucy was definitely a fixture on Australian TV through to the mid-80s (and maybe beyond, but I moved into the sticks and two (TWO!) TV channels at that point and wouldn't know).

I will go on record as saying I love the imaginary part of a complex number of boobs.

Good point. I love the smell, touch, taste and smell of them. And let's throw in the thought of them to make it five of the six senses.

You're right you know.

"few people in the UK want to pay the phone-hackers-of-murdered-children
at News International to see programmes produced by someone else who
earns nothing from the sale."

The Daily Mash (Britain's closest version of the Onion) sums it up quite nicely:

I'm salivating at the front door waiting for my amazon delivery of this album, much like a dog waiting for the newspaper. So yes, haven't heard it yet.

I assume it will be a matter of months or a year before Sandisk are producing their own cheaper version of the memory card? If I'm guessing correctly there's nothing special about the Vita card other than its shape?

I don't want to watch this at all. I'm pretty sure I'll hate everyone in it, and not in an enjoyable way. But I am really curious as to what the kid does, can anyone fill me in?

I thought I remembered the great phel-backlash when she was name-dropped in this article: