I'm amazed at how often Hatesong backs people into a corner of their own vague illogical nonsense. All of a sudden Cameron Esposito seems to not understand that singer-songwriters sing songs from perspectives different from their own and make up characters! It reminds me of John Mulaney's bit about Ice-T being…

You can't deny her column has that Sweet Laurel Canyon Sound

Iron Man 4: I got into a castle buying competition with Nicolas Cage again

I would like to see him inexplicably replaced by the actor who played Clay Davis. Or have a new character named Clay Davos

That's a pretty idioteque opinion.

Same with Galapagos. In hindsight, I wouldn't say Breakfast of Champions is the end of a cycle so much as a beginning of a deconstruction of style that Vonnegut would push to various extremes in the books that followed.

Let me just clarify one thing: can I skip immediately to the song I want to listen to on a Bit Torrent or is it more like a cassette tape where I need to fast forward and rewind?

When is Slothrop gonna get to the fireworks factory???

Agreed. I'd say the first one is even good enough to stand on its own if you weren't to include the whole tetralogy.

"I'm going to give you up to catorce to put down your weapon and leave the room. uno… *gunshot*… catorce. " [Cue Vertigo riff, opening credits]

My mom not only says I'm a genius, but that I should also be on the soccer field at all times and the coach doesn't have a clue what he's doing. *uses inhaler*

Shit, I thought I got the first Akroyd-expanding joke. Back to the drawing board! (The drawing board is mainly incest jokes I have stockpiled)

The only thing expanding into a Marvel-style universe here is the waistband on Dan Akroyd's sweatpants

OLD MAN YELLS AT POP CULTURE WEBSITE

Rumor has it he performed Drive Slow at Paul Walker's funeral.

I reorganized my vhs collection of Antiques Roadshow episodes I've recorded over the years. I like to pretend that someone else watches them and then puts them put in the wrong order, causing me to spend entire evenings fixing the mess they've made. And then I snap back to reality and contemplate downing that bottle…

I think she has a daughter your age… cleto… cletus…. Cleo's Drunk Step Foster Mom get on up here!

I will withhold judgment as the album still needs to marinate more in my heart, my soul, and my butthole.

I hope Franco tries getting off in a hot tub by using the water suction jet to eat his anus while he jerks it and ends up sucking out his intestines like a long pink stocking.

Finnegans Wake (he died reading this huge fucking book)