"Be Yourself" doesn't simply feature someone's mother but Frank Ocean's mom herself and it's a wonderfully curt but loving lecture that only slightly pales in hilarity to the similar "Not Just Money" interlude from Channel ORANGE.

It's borderline sadistic of him to start off with a reworked cover that's been out for months but I love the audacity and chuckle at the thought of fans just aching to get to the first bits of new new shit after pressing play. It's a gorgeous rendition.

Kevin Hart's is easily the worst of this lot and yet he's the only one who's actually freestyling.

Just watched again and nope, I'm not seeing that particular character sketch so much as suggested in the trailer. I'll see if it plays differently after I actually see the movie. Not sure if her being "more an agent of chaos and corruption than a victim of it" would make me feel better about the racial dynamic though.

If that's the case, then there is an insane level of obfuscation going on in the trailer for it.

Kids introduced us to both Rosario Dawson and Chloë Sevigny. That's all I got.

Ah, the "virtuous white girl gets fucked, fucked up, and fucked over by dangerous black and brown thugs" trope is still relevant in 2016. Fucking figures.

Simple though it may be, I didn't expect to remember the theme song for Filmation's Ghostbusters after 30 years. I guess that means I watched it. I mean, I definitely remember watching it. But The Real Ghostbusters was my shit.

"My new name is Tania…get the fuck down!"

I was going to be more specific and namecheck King because yeah, dead ringer font for one of his 80's paperbacks. The title of the show is also reminiscent of King's Needful Things, though that's an early 90's entry for him. Ultimately, I don't trust my memory and didn't want to leave anyone out so here we are.

Love the 80's horror paperback font for the title.

*cues up Viktor Vaughn's Vaudeville Villain.

You're not making your argument with that link.

The movie isn't set at Harvard but at a fictional "Winchester University."

That was about the point where my nostalgia went into overdrive (sorry) because that's pretty much exactly the view I wish I'd had when I was building tracks for my Hot Wheels.

That was surprisingly delightful.

Back in my day, Sixteen Candles provided a lingering shot of the naked breastses of a high school girl, water cascading over them in the shower of the girl's locker room, and and was rated PG.

Interestingly, I haven't gotten into any of his posthumous releases or, for that matter, much of his pre-Grace output, including the Live at Sin-é EP. That isn't a commentary on its worthiness so much as how thoroughly Grace ensnared me. With regard to the former, I don't particularly like the entire concept of…

There was a feature article in Rolling Stone right around the time he died that, if I recall correctly, got into some specifics about what he was planning to do with the second album. At that point I was already fully enchanted by Grace. I remember reading the article in one of the student halls at the university I…

This album destroys me. Love it to pieces.