That was some shameful shit. Just total lies, sabotaging reporters, self-aggrandizement, campaigning against Clinton, and a dash of old-fashioned mockery.

Cool—I read Knockemstiff last month and am starting The Devil All the Time. He's a neat talent.

Oh, but they're doing Democrats a favor—didn't you hear? Jesus, that was a scary press conference.

This is accurate and needs to be mentioned more frequently. Many people don't think about the underlying psychosocial ramifications of their beliefs, because that requires self-reflection and -analysis, as well as historic and cultural perspective, and those things are hard. It's not like Republican legislators slap…

I actually let out a vocalized, drawn-out "haaaaaaaaa" at that.

Well, I liked it, for what that's worth.

Yeah, let's: this is a pretty great collection of spooky, autumnal tunes, and Gosling is wise enough to know that he's a weak but appealing singer, so he doesn't showboat it. I have a lot of affection for this record (particularly "My Body's a Zombie for You" and "Dead Hearts") and would really like a follow-up.

Ha, yeah—I held out hope, but I knew it was unlikely. Overthrowing the electoral results after the election isn't rocking the boat; it's deliberately ramming into an iceberg in the hopes that the sudden rush of air into the hull will get you airborne.

My next edition of Yo, Millard Fillmore! will be sullied!

For the last six months, I've been saying "The fact that he got this far is an indictment of our country." It's just the goalposts that have shifted. I had friends talking up faithless electors and political seizure in December, and I just sat back, cranked up "FDT," and knew that we'd already cast our vote for…

I have a sticker on my laptop that's the Gadsden flag, but the snake is covered in pretzels and bagels and it says "Throw Bread on Me." I'm already working on reclaiming it.

Lexington meat, Eastern prep.

Nothin' but tomato, baby!

Whoa, this is actually the right answer.

What's the only kind of BBQ?

True—the good Doctor is perfect for that "ugh, maybe I'll sit in the shower" level, not the "crawl to the kitchen for an Advil" level.

Personally, I like to sing the label copy really loudly while I lather; last week, this was curtailed by my girlfriend shouting back "You're not alone in the house!"

Bless Dr. Bronner, who has given me many hungover moments of bafflement in the shower.

Enthusiastically agreed—it's sloppy, but really honest and proud. This may be relevant to your interests, too—sorry to link you to a clickbait Facebook, but it's worth it:

Oh man, you have fun stuff ahead of you in DS3. That first moment when the Hollows burst into the Pus of Man monsters is terrifying—they will eat you alive, even towards the end of the game (hint: fire). I didn't like it as much as the first game—or the second, for which I'm probably the last vociferous defender—but…