I actually never had that feeling; was REALLY good at kickball.

I have been to 139 and Lenox. Playgrounds and housing projects and places you'd expect to see drug deals. Every now and then when I'm driving back from a Yankee game and want to bypass traffic I take the 145th Street bridge into Manhattan, from which you then take (I swear I am not making this up) Malcolm X Boulevard…

^^ The sum total of my entire knowledge about Sam Cooke.

Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods, seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook drinking peppermint schnappes with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke. Then some lady named Billie Holliday sang sittin' there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came. Little LaTosha sho' grown, tell the lady…

Taco Bell Bell, you're our only refuge now that A7X is gone.

Yeah, Joy Division is about as bad as it gets, truthfully.

It's like one of those Venn diagrams, where I have a circle on a piece of paper in front of me that says "girls I feel some kind of positive emotions about," and there's another circle that says "girls willing to fuck me" but that circle's on a piece of paper in Cambodia.

I laughed way too hard at that.

I'd hardly call being unwilling to forgive a people who committed genocide on a massive scale within living memory "irrational." But that doesn't mean I won't make Holocaust jokes. Something can be horrible and funny at the same time.

Yes, the refugees were on the losing side, but the refugees weren't the communist insurgents known as the Viet Cong. The refugees were the non-violent or pro-Capitalist civilian population of South Vietnam that had to flee because the communists routed them. So… what does that have to do with anything? From either…

I was afraid that the automatic spam filters on the A.V. Club would auto-delete a post containing the word Homo.

Wait, but the Viet Cong were bad guys (so were the Americans, and on a much greater scale, but put that aside for a moment). Why are people concerned about their feelings?

I know a lot of people who had close relatives killed in the Holocaust, but that doesn't stop me from making Auschwitz jokes to them.

IT WASN'T MY FAULT!

A friend of mine got to drink with him while I was busy never being allowed to go back to the Museum of Natural History. Dammit.

Now I want to name a band Boko Haram for teh lulz.

He's less a gimmick account and more an institution.

Probably in a couple of months! I'll keep you abreast of the situation.

You do! You're awesome!

… any more so than bands putting the Hammer and Sickle on their merchandise in the '80's, or Che Geuvara's image on things, or, say, this?