That’s odd. Usually the wine gets off at the second floor.

Thanks, sorry I missed your reply, I didn’t notice any notification and don’t visit AV Club often.

“The double plus good” burger. Since they haven’t read any BOOKS either, we can sneak in the 1984 reference with impunity.

No, you are not! Prince can do this but no one else.

Sorry, I would’ve given you a star much sooner but it took me forever to get here...

This is why Jim Spanfeller is a herb.

I agree with this statement. Fuck hitting next page numerous times to read an article.

Afterthought: with comments only accessible on the last page and no “skip to the comments” button, it takes a billion clicks to get back to the conversation. It’s unwieldy after all. If the layout people are responsive to constructive criticism, finding a way to have the comments visible on all pages of the slideshow…

This slideshow format needs to die in a fire.

I CLICKED TEN TIMES JUST TO AGREE WITH YOU AND SKIPPED READING ANY OF IT.

THIS LAYOUT IS CRAP.

People who act like that at jobs crack me up. At my last employer I was pretty much the gopher but in a very “we need you” sort of way. New folks would start and treat me like crap and then I would very “randomly” get apologies.

That’s why Hamilton, Ontario, Canada would have been a good choice. It’s both precise and doesn’t sound stupid...

A drummer friend of mine on FB put it best-”man first, drummer second”.  And considering his drum skills, that says a lot.

“Born in Ontario, Canada...”

Booed* is a word, you know. 

I saw ‘em on the Time Machine tour, the one where they played Moving Pictures in order, in its entirety. That record came out when I was 10, just as I was starting my wee little elementary school band drumming career. I loved KISS (as a ‘70s kid, I had no choice), but Rush was on a different planet musically—Peart…

As a life long Rush fan, this is going to be crippling, and will take a while to process. But to tell a little story, I owe my dad’s life to Neil Peart. When my mom decided she was done with chemo and was ready to go, my father confided in me that he would likely kill himself when she was gone.  Both of us are…

“Dear Salty, why does human nature exist and why doesn’t it consistently cater to my insecurities?”

Because how else are we supposed to support these writers. There is pretty much no good replacement for Kotaku and I have followed some of those writers for basically a decade now. I’ll support the writers if they decide to walk out and leave and go elsewhere, but I can’t abandon the ones who are still here.