Ooh, Ching Shih is the shit. I won’t give away any spoilers, but it should be an amazing article.

More isn’t better. I usually just ignore music that I don’t like, and don’t actively hate any particular genre or band as a general rule, but will stand by the declaration that “Hey Soul Sister” is the Absolute Worst Song Ever.

Maybe it’s just that his untrimmed chest makes ME mopey. I guess I was throwing “people who desperately want to fuck hippies at Burning Man and think name-checking Mr. Mister is the way to do that” in with “mopey people who desperately want to fuck their Hot Topic co-workers and think that guitars are an acceptable…

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the MPAA and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the PTC. I just doubled your fucks for free!

The burgers have always been garbage. Back when I was younger and had less money and an undeveloped palette, I thought their chili dogs were amazing. Haven’t had one in years, though. I still stand by the tots and slushies/shakes. Plus, half-priced shakes after 8pm are pretty much a steal.

I used to get “Hey There Delilah” and “Hey Soul Sister” confused because flaccid pop songs by pasty mopes are not in my wheelhouse. But now that time has passed, I can definitely say that “Hey Soul Sister” is much, much worse. “Hey There Delilah” still sucks, though.

Why was Coral hanging out with the Friends? I mean sure, go ahead and punch him, too, but is this some crossover event I’m missing?

My just-turned-13-year old already knows all the words from riding in the car with me during heavy traffic. She’s a pretty sensitive kid (prone to crying during the Dursley scenes in the Harry Potter movies). Inside Out was pretty revelatory for her (and we both wept at that one). Based on that measly evidence, should…

Since the Warner CDs sound like they were mastered from an acetate stored in a cardboard box in the Gobi desert and then remixed using two memory foam pillows, this is welcome news...for 2021.

I don’t see Dessa’s Chime on here anywhere. List invalid.

I thought I’d know pretty much everything on this list going in, but was pleasantly surprised. Now I have a shitton of stuff in my wishlist. Woo!

Waaaay back when, my father-in-law worked with Sedaris Sr. at IBM. When my wife and I mentioned a few years ago that two of his kids were now semi-famous, and did he ever know their dad from work, his response was, to paraphrase: “Christ, what an asshole.” Kind of puts this interview in perspective.

I know we have the reboot, and I’m not knocking that, but in my alternate universe, Jonah and company are just the latest cast of the 30 years and counting continuous run of Mystery Science Theater 3000. There’s absolutely no shortage of movies to mock, and outside of rights issues, it couldn’t have been that…

Huh. My 2nd least favorite part of the #1 combo, right after that fucking pickle. The fact that I have to remind them not to ruin a perfectly good chicken sandwich with that crap is what keeps it at the top. And one or two crispy (yet somehow still dry) waffle fries out of a bag of limp (yet somehow still dry) ones…

Speaking of the Oblongs, my wife is a huge fan and actually has a few autographed doodles and a personalized coffee mug from “Angus Oblong”. That’s a show that deserved more than one season.

First steps: there’s a great compilation on Soul Jazz called New York Noise (there’s 3 volumes, but the first is the most accessible). There you’ll get the mutant funk of ESG and Bush Tetras, the scrapescapes of Theoretical Girls and DNA, and the proto-rap of Rammellzee & K Rob. The most famous comp that documents the…

I want tickets to the Dracula puppet musical from Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

Ike Barinholtz and Helena Bonham-Carter go on a date.

I like the cut of your jib, and wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

I’m curious who else is on the list. Lisa Ann, maybe, if she was willing to pretend to be Palin for one more round. Mia Khalifa, but trying to imagine that what sort of scenario that would be just made my brain frlag bluh grzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz