The good guys dress in black. Remember that.

Yeah, but, so?

I blame the informant.

I was producing a political radio show at the time, and I got my cousin on. It was a pretty good get for me, because we're not close or anything.

How this works is that you can't pay attention to the headline. For example, this story. The headline is "Jennifer Aniston Baby Bombshell", but the story is all about how her brother may be married, and if he is, how he may get pregnant before Jen. So that's all bullshit wordplay. It's the information that is…

So, my dad's first cousin was publisher of Enquirer for a while and then moved onto start Radar. You know why they never get sued? Because their fact checkers are ridiculously good at their jobs. When it comes to the Enquirer, it's all true.

Not necessarily genre, but I'm pretty proud of my Mrs. Doubtfire...

This is my cat Charlie. When I used to produce a morning radio show, I would go to work early, like 4 AM. One day, around 9, one of the sales ladies comes in and says, "Levy, there's a cat in your car." I did not put a cat in my car, but there she was. There was a large gash in her stomach, from the belts. I…

Bobby "Boris" Pickett or GTFO.

Yeah. I'm wrapping up a rewatch of the show now, I'm in the middle of season 7. He is the absolute fucking worst.

Canticle For Leibowitz isn't literature? I never knew.

Are rampaging dinosaurs considered mosquito related diseases? Because I have so many questions.

I'm Bryan. I'm an ex-radio guy adjusting to life in an office. The fun part has been diving deep into the Gawker world. When it comes to sci-fi stuff, I like Star Trek, and am at the tail end of a Voyager rewatch. it's impressive how that show has gotten so bad at the end. I'm not even mad. I'm a comic junkie,…

It absolutely sounds like something I'd do, but I haven't been to PF Chang's in years. I think expressing my undying love for Portnoy's Complaint would not go down well with this crowd, though.

This is why I'm terrible, I guess, because I've read it, and I have thoughts.

Christ, guy. It was internet hyperbole. I'm mildly interested, sorry.

Yeah, I'm not going to talk about a Harlequin or whatever. But, I'm (not bragging) not starved for sex, I am starved for a little bit of intellectual conversation about literature. Or The Hunger Games, whichever.

If the person was reading Ayn Rand, I would definitely not talk to them.

Rules for a 'Lo to live by, thank you.

That's pretty good.