1. The Crane Wife
2. Picaresque (remastered w/ the b-sides)
3. The King is Dead*
4. Castaways & Cutouts
5. Her Majesty
6. The Hazards of Love (although "The Wanting Comes in Waves" is amazing)
7. What a Terrible World*

He voted for Nader, Liz Lemon! NADDDDER!

Oh, yeah—the way it spirals out and retracts? I can see that, absolutely.

Ha, I still have some glow-in-the-dark eyeballs dried to a crust on my childhood bedroom ceiling. Pity my folks if they ever try to sell that house. The sticky hands were suspended from each fingers, making a deliriously great mega-fractal-hand, but the lack of control meant, exactly as you said, they got immediately…

Three things this week: Universal Harvester, which is good but a bit detached at the moment, Anti-Semite and Jew, which is shockingly breezy and tragically relevant, and a nice palate-cleanser short story collection called Postludes.

Just disastrous apocalypse dreams—prepping for a hurricane, and watching everything get washed away. Basically, it's sleepytime Take Shelter around here.

oh my god why would you show me that. I need one now. People keep telling me "you know, you'd be in a lot better financial shape if you'd stop splurging on random items." Yes, yes I would. But then I wouldn't have the random items.

In a moment of post-cocktail shopping, I once bought $23 worth of those sticky hands from the dollar aisle in Target. I am terrible with money, but I get you, apples.

You recall correctly! Big fan of degenerated cognates in language.

So you're salty about "throwing shade" having a moment RN?

I say "hoosegow" all the damn time! Its etymology is fantastic! I mostly use it to refer to the quarantine room into which I toss the cat when he bites me.

I'll Avenir miss with learning something from skimming that comment!

The irony, of course, is that by distancing himself from it, it gives it a kind of validation—a "oh, I'm not that person anymore" than a "yeah, don't try this at home" feeling. The narrator in "Going to Georgia" is abusive and sick, but that doesn't mean his/her story isn't worth telling, and it doesn't mean that,…

"Minnesota" is one of my favorite songs John Darnielle has ever written.

Obsession with varied visual stimulation and tonal issues? Checks out.

I kind of like how vaguely antagonistic the owner is, though. It's like if Ian Malcolm confronted you and you just went, "Pft, I was bored. Dinosaurs, bro. Nut up and ride the dinotrain."

Can't remember where I saw it first, but I adore it.

You already watched it, don't you remember? God, you're so spacey. Without me, you wouldn't be able to live.

Race Bannin'.

2nd and Charles is a fascinating place—it's a clearinghouse of all the FUNKO-esque garbage, combined with a surprisingly robust buy-back program, and a hilariously inexact sense of what actual books are worth. I stopped in mine this weekend and got two signed books (Karen Russell's Vampires in the Lemon Grove and…