Around the house, I wear a sarong or pareo, depending what you want to call it.  Or nothing, because who cares?

Send it through FedEx internet so you get a receipt.

I can't wait for the next tangentially related to Breaking Bad Newswire article!

It's okay.  Redundancy is the oil that makes the A.V. Club wheels turn.

Me.

[FART]

More like a "burner-downer."

Old leading men are often stuck doing crap comedies in their old age, making a mockery of their earlier sexy or tough guy performances. 

White entertainment news.  That's what I'm looking for.  Except for hillbillies.  Screw them.

All of these things seem like long ago.  This is what it's like to get older.

I'm already sad to discover that nearly all I've created in this life of any value can easily fit on a flash drive the size of my thumbnail.

He will always have his core audience, who will forgive him anything.

Queen my dishes, pweese.

We call it "Molly" these days.

There is no "right person."  There just isn't.

Sex is WAY overrated!

B.A. Asshole?

Keep dreamin'.

These are just Chicago bands that the A.V. Club people either know or actually play in.  Call it self-promotion.  Call it synergy.

All these bands suck ass!