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Hey, I'm a Caps fan, so I hear you on Milbury, who is probably the #1 anti-Ovechkin commentator (non-Canadian media division). But I hate Milbury for sports reasons, not for insult to the profession and making the world worse reasons.

Agreed. This works as a 4-6 issue arc contained within the book. But now it's spilled over into a crossover event and… ugh. Who cares?

Prince really was too perfect for this world.

I hate Mike Milbury for normal sports reasons. Whatever. His kind is a dime a dozen. Chris Berman is actively promoting evil, like helping the NFL cover up its shameful domestic abuse and concussion scandals. I hate him so much.

If we're doing sports, there is no contest: CHRIS FUCKING BERMAN. There is no better symbol of everything wrong not just in sports broadcasting, but TV broadcasting in general than his tired schtick. He is a toady to corporate power, using his role as a "newsman" to peddle the NFL's weakest PR excuses for truly

I think that's my biggest problem with it. It's obvious they aren't going to end this storyline with Captain America as an agent of HYDRA. There's a big reveal to come that will explain away everything. But when the endpoint seems fixed, there's no suspense. Either they've royally screwed up one of their iconic

Also, it sort of works with what we know of Gibson now. Porter is a sociopath, and at no point does the movie argue he's a good person. He's just really good at hurting people, but he's also rightly seen by nearly every character as a moron or sap.

The size of the apartment really ruined the stark realism of Friends for me.

There were times the only thing that kept me from committing suicide was the feeling that I would have let down the people in my life yet again. Which only made me feel worse about myself.

I felt the opposite (well, not about the slut-shaming, that's a great point), but I didn't feel she was Saint Hannah. She was anything but. she makes horrible decisions and then makes things worse in the aftermath with her own behavior. She pushes away the people who do try to help her, and she engages in

Are they sorry? I mean, Clay is, but he's the one person she doesn't want to hurt. If anything, the tapes cause the people to hate her more, and it certainly amps up their bullying behavior towards each other.

While your local pizza joint is always the best, Pizza Hut is my preferred national chain pizza. It's solid, consistent, and dirt f'n cheap. I can pick up some pizza on the drive home from work and feed the family for like 15 bucks, and that's with getting dessert. It's not great, but it's not awful, and it tastes

I did the same thing with East of West. Trade waiting is one thing, but waiting for a hardback is exquisite torture.

It's popular because it's funny, well-written, has good characters, and a fantastic songbook. It's not rocket science.

Who hurt you?

The rumor is they are basing it off of her New 52 run. Which is cool, she's pretty great, but… man, I'd much prefer Batgirl of Burnside. I just don't think DC is capable of that light-hearted tone.

This is one of my absolute stop down movies. If it's on TV, I'm watching it until the end. It is one of my all-time favorite movies, just loads of fun and nearly every scene is a classic.

This isn't really an argument for less curation, but BETTER curation. Which, sure, I agree with. The old gatekeepers were too white, male, and all subscribed to the same aesthetic. It's great to find a critic you trust (or has similar tastes to you) to point you to new things. Or, someone who has a totally different

Totally agree. The very bottom benefits because they actually want exposure, and its never been easier to go from zero to nationwide distribution. Bandcamp is an amazing idea, and a great way to find cool artists who never would have been heard outside their hometown.

In the book, he's more of a record collector for the totem of the records, not the music if that makes sense. He wants the most obscure version of the record, and he's the kind of guy who'd obsess over the color of print for the liner notes of Blonde on Blonde.