You just don't get that level of care with a rushed-off mix CD-R.

There was a reason.  People wanted their music in their cars (and portability), but 8 tracks really blew ass.

Cheap, easy-to-record, and requires a bit more investment in actually listening to the entire sequence (unless you want to fuck around with the FFwd).

Nocenti, for all her good work on Daredevil back in the 80s and 90s, lost the plot somewhere

DC's that bad, unfortunately.  I mean, Marvel's doing alright.  Aaron still gets too much say as an "architect".

Northstar's married.   

Ultraman getting high on some fine powder Kryptonite is one of the better things DC has done lately.

The film American Psycho worked because the fucker liked Huey Lewis.

Gawker's the new clickbait that Slate used to be. 

In fact, I hope he calls me when he does.  I want to just hear his affectless affectation.

It's an even dumber Thought Catalog now.

Kim Gordon's had a real knack for being late to the cool party lately.  

The fact it's a forgotten relic like Catherine Oxenberg as the object of his unrequited lust just adds to the utterly zany, madcap believability.

Oona, Uma.  Uma, Oona.

(Frank) O'HARA RULES!

I love Climate of Hunter.  Those weird 80s pop flourishes are just as eerie as a droning hum or thunderingly sparse bassline.

No one championed it, so anyone claiming to take credit for catching onto Scott before Scott became cool is a bit disingenuous.  I think it's telling that the album went completely out of print until 1990, when musical taste actually caught up to what Scott was pushing back 12 years prior.

I've got my cozy cableknit sweater and piping hot mug of cocoa at the ready!   Cuddletime!

The Electrician.  Just maybe the scariest fucking song ever recorded.

animal crackers on Joan Didion's exposed navel!