But…but…I keep seeing her name in the bylines! How big a backlog do they have?

I finally read it just over a year after posting the above comment. The story and stylistic flourishes didn't hook me like those in House of Leaves or Only Revolutions. I'll probably reread those two books, but The Fifty Year Sword will go back to the library and likely never pass beneath my eyes again.

I finally read it just over a year after posting the above comment. The story and stylistic flourishes didn't hook me like those in House of Leaves or Only Revolutions. I'll probably reread those two books, but The Fifty Year Sword will go back to the library and likely never pass beneath my eyes again.

Sounds like Washington Square Mall in Evansville, Indiana. Sears as the anchor, a sports memorabilia table, an antique/junk shop (with old Christmas tins of Oreos from the '90s), the cookie cake place, a medical supply store, one sad sports bar, and a closed department store–turned–flea market. I enjoy going there…

Ohhhhhh, now I get it.

And there's the implication that there are enough brother-sister news teams in Colorado to warrant such a distinction.

I prefer Tonetta and Wesley Willis for my nihilistic musical indulgence. Neither is a saint, but they have a lot of fun tunes.

Second only to "John McLaughlin."

I first read panache in the strip, though I thought it was pronounced to rhyme with pancake.

Bro Digital is my brother. I don't refer to myself in the third person! Who do I look like, Bobcat Steve McQueen Elizabeth Dole?

I really like John Linnell's collection of first-person songs about debilitating illnesses and disorders, which includes "Destination Moon," "Till My Head Falls Off," and "My Man." These songs combine bleakness and inner resolve while still bringing a smile to my face. Really, that description covers much of the…

Hey, I remember that! That's a '90s thing I remember!

In 1998, I recorded a "parody" of that song with the following lyrics:

Back in the '90s, Bro Digital had a Krumm figure that had detachable eyeballs and armpits that were supposed to smell, but which were rather subtle, given my expectations.

True story: My exposure to this song comes from a cover version on a bluegrass album by Maro Kawabata, who gave Daddy Digital a free copy after a business meeting. (They both worked in polymers.) I foolishly expected Engrish bluegrass, but the man's got a well-hewn baritone.

Oh, the full version of the lyrics you paraphrase from Animal Collective's "My Girls" are even more amusing. SongMeanings claims they are:

I'm glad the warped ISIS training video theme music has returned. And the characters, too, but that music makes me giddy.

Chu-a-dik?

"Mah name is Juhhhdge…"

That album and First of the Microbe Hunters are ones I enjoy quite a bit. To be fair, though, most of what I've heard of them has been limited to whatever uses CDs I've come across.