If I remember correctly, Adam Yauch asked on his deathbed that they don’t use the music in ads. They’re pretty happy to put their album art on T-shirts or whatever.

Usually what happens is that the ad agency has an ASCAP license and they assume ASCAP will take care of all the particulars and/or that under the license, they can do whatever they want with the music and don’t have to clear it with the musician. This happens a lot more often than you might think; Fox News has done it…

To be honest, I’d be more OK with this if I hadn’t gone through the indie trailer Microsoft had put up. If we’re going to see more ugly and cheesy Streets of Rage knock-offs and games where the death animation is you shitting yourself through this program, kill it with fire.

Yes. That’s how you juggle four balls, you juggle two balls in each hand.

He’s got three movies in the works, so... busy?

Either that or he tried to sub in a pepper grinder.

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Nah, best you’ll get is some Raw Meat.

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

A restaurant where my mother’s side of the family grew up tried to institute this policy about twenty years back. Rumor has it, the whole staff, male and female, showed up in heels and refused to go home.

If I’m being completely honest I’m a little surprised there isn’t a mobile home-builder or something.

Yep. Superb level design, excellent open-ended gameplay style, all in all a really excellently done game.

So they finally made the game all the nerds in their ‘30s have been dreaming of for years?

It’s not that I’m not a fan of IPAs; I’m not a fan of poorly brewed IPAs, or one-note IPAs, or IPAs that just dump hops in so BeerAdvocate trolls can gloat about the size of their beer penis.

I’d be more enthused about this if the actual book weren’t wall-t0-wall ditz jokes (hey, remember when Harley was a doctor? With like an actual medical degree and everything?) and the book didn’t play their relationship like Harley was a barsexual.

Also it’s a function of how the state sells liquor, but that generates revenue, sooooo...

I point out to people that the script’s working title was, no joke, “The Luckiest Retard.”

I’ll be honest, my ex was HUGELY into Tori Amos, and the first time I heard this song, I thought, “Oh! It’s about masturbating!” I actually kinda like it still, despite the associations.

And she’s done better at the Oscars than Scorsese (seven nods, three wins).

I mean, there is a contingent of idiots who believe this, guys who desperately want you to think they’re gangsters, but, well... they’re idiots.