I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

So I watched We Are What We Are because of this article and because I liked Cold In July well enough. I didn't care for it, so I'm compelled to tell you about it. The various reveals are all underwhelming (by design, from what I can tell), until the big bloody ending when, holy what the fuck, I just couldn't help but…

It's never the person you most suspect. It's also never the person you least suspect, since anyone with half a brain would suspect them the most. Therefore, I know the killer to be Phyllis, a.k.a. Beatrix Bourbon, the person I most medium suspect.

I started picking this up totally based on the art. It really is beautiful. I haven't read anything else Supreme related, so the investigative journalist going down the rabbit hole plotting really worked for me. It kept me engaged and semi-grounded through all the surreal colliding universe stuff. I'm definitely going…

farts

Mouse rats… why did it have to be mouse rats?

That was my first thought. Plus, are there only seven members of the Justice League? Seemed like a revolving door policy in the Superfriends cartoon.

Blomkamp's clearly a fan of the series, which is enough to instill some confidence from me.

The A.V. Club

It's the second one. Appropriation is something only "other white people" do.

A grepisode!

If the barkeep pops a Mike's, you know I'm in a fight,
And my dog concealed my switchblade last night

I hope Bruce McCulluch's hostage negotiator and Dave Foley's mad bomber meet in a future CBB episode.

Hey Spidey, couldja maybe turn off the fucking dark?

It's been awhile!

That would cover the musical needs for the show, but without Reggie, who's gonna turn off the dark?

I don't understand this comment. Everyone knows watching TV is easier than reading.

Second.

Shrug. Either a troll or a small, angry child desperate to be part of the "winning" side of a discussion. They're both worth about the same in internet ink to me.

I mean, Ham Rove is a troll.