Admit it, you were just dying to write massive flying dog dick, weren't you.

Today has been marked down as VB4.2 in my calendar for months now. And I'm not sure why there is any specific stigma to LiveJournal as opposed any other blogging site but as long as Jackson finds it in his heart to actually write posts to his fans he can use any method of delivery he wants. ANY method.

Except Todd actually took the time to write an actual review whereas the Rothfuss book got some sort of hack-job. And yeah, I realize it had to be short in order to go to print but that didn't mean it had to devoid of anything useful.

seriously, talk about burying the lead. I had no idea Mustachio and Weisz had split. Now's my chance (or something).

I walked into this review as a fan of the first book and was hoping to find some little nugget of detail, a particular scene that blew the reviewer away (or disappointed the crap out of them), nothing too spoiler-ish of course, just some peek (which is all one might expect from a review of a 1,000 page book) that…

both of them? is that really necessary? You might need to go to the doctor.

I know he's a windbag, etc
But far more often than not I enjoy Sorkin's scripts and dialogue. The West Wing in particular, even though it is one of the hardest sells to folks who wouldn't normally watch that kind of drama.

all your album's bass are belong to us.

I was unaware they had made a movie out of the Bedazzler (R) "As seen on TV".

in thongs and hiking boots?

don't worry Also-Ran. Your replacement and her replacement were subsequently injured so like, soon you guys will be able to field a softball team. Just make sure to trim those sideburns.

but who would direct Gravity's Rainbow? They already did a great job of converting the shitter scene in Trainspotting.

Yes, the Arcade Fire have millions of fans. There are also hundreds of millions (if not billions) who have no idea who they are. It cracks me up when folks bolt on the National or Arcade Fire because they have gotten too big. I'm sorry, they are still obscure to a majority of the music purchasing public.

Letting Off the Happiness was his best. Just him in his basement bedroom whatever. Fantastic album, heartbreaking and healing if you just broke up with someone. kind of hard to come out on top right out of the gates though

I remember reading a review or a live blog or whatever after the Radiohead Lolla show in '08 that was nothing but bitching about how the crowd wasn't into it and that the reviewer in question was distracted and much preferred the smaller venues they'd seen the band perform in more recently. They weren't that close to…

I saw Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? in Italy during a semester abroad. The theater was packed with American and Italian students (and there was booze, sweet, delicious, glorious booze) and it was definitely a better time because of the full crowd. Every time Clooney said "we're in a tight spot" (or whatever it was) the…

1988 in Orchard park watching the Bills clinch the AFC East for the first time in forever against the Jets. That was back when Indy was still in the division. I was 9 years old and it was cold as hell. The only way I stayed alive was a successive string of hot chocolates.

I got a pair of Grado headphones, one of those industrial sized boxes of Cheez-its you can only buy at wholesalers, a bottle of mid-range bourbon and a garden bench (in a box that I'll have to put together in the spring).

Pig Destroyer
Phantom Limb to be precise. I wish I'd found out about these guys earlier.

Under Your Points System
Mine would've looked something like this: