See, now I want to reclaim the platypus, because that sounds adorable.

"Men Going Their Own Way." Basically, a bunch of dry-dick malcontents decide that society is the problem, not them, and so they go Galt sexually, thus depriving society of such coruscating fucksperiences that the unequal world order of women "preying on men" collapses.

The platypus: neither fish nor fowl, an ill-suited holdout of a deadend evolutionary branch. Also venomous and smells terrible.

Lobsters? Checks out.

C.f. Fight Club, Tucker Max, and the Trump presidency.

Guarantee that dude complains about "cultural Marxists," then goes online to complain about 'unequal distribution of sex.'

Thank you—"Which One of My Garbage Sons Are You?" is one of the funniest things I've ever read, and I don't see enough people referencing it. It's perfect.

You're a dull boy, Broccoli.

It officially drops Friday, but Merge sent out my preorder last Friday, and it turned up Monday. Love Merge's service, but the record is not what I'm looking for. I'll probably warm up to it, but it's extremely synthy and smooth. Some good cuts, but not a good album.

Yeah, absolutely—it does motivate you to go, but if you can't make it to the gym, it's unfortunate that everyone in the house suffers.

Oh, I love that ridiculous beer. Try their Sweet Baby Java if you get a chance—same deal, but with coffee.

Greenville is really nice, but it's become a city that focuses on serving the tech companies and big business rather than building community.

Love Kelly Link. She can be a little scattershot, but when she's running hot, she writes with a kind of mythopoeic simplicity.

I really don't understand why they didn't make a movie of that as their market test, similar to how the graphic novel series adapted that first.

I've just hit the zone where I get grumpy and fidgety if I don't work out on a given day. It's the worst of both worlds!

The new Mountain Goats, Goths, which is…well, to be frank, I turned it off. I hate it. Doesn't mean it won't grow on me, doesn't mean there's not something to like (indeed, the first two sides are fine & dandy), but side C just was so enervating and adult-contemporary that I took it off the platter.

Ooh, blowjobs are better, but Dikachu has that sweet rhyme…alright, screw it, I can always recant on my deathbed.

Only nuclear PWR!

Actually, they're just shaved-down regular deer dicks.

The most awkward episode of "Between Two Ferns" since Hillary Clinton's.