(I'm gonna BE perfect from now on)

That's half a season too far, really.

Like this?: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B…

That's because everything else was a dull blur.

I'll blow myself. With fuckin' soap.

To be fair, Haitian Fight Song, fantastic as it is, isn't necessarily effective fuck music, especially if you and your prospective fuck-partner aren't already Mingus fans.

Especially crazy tragic Neil, who is actually very funny and charming, or at least he was when they appeared on Corbert.

Not so much a tortoise as a jaundiced anteater. Are they slow?

20 minutes? What are you, a tortoise?

I was gonna say but then you said.

Jokes?! For shame! A man has died, people!

Did Herpes get hacked?

It wasn't THAT NSFW.

Right but where is Chris Brown's Kind of Blue?

I like this.

I'm not saying that art and artist should be mutually exclusive. That would be absurd and futile. I'm just curious as to what makes up the criteria on whether an artists personal life should adversely affect your opinion of their art.

It's interesting to think about the hierarchy of Art/Artist separation that happens as you roll through the different mediums. You never hear anyone saying they can't look at a Jackson Pollack painting because he was an abusive alcoholic whereas Chinatown can't be mentioned without someone chiming in about the…

There was music?

It's cool. I didn't want to comment on the Nymphomaniac trailer article anyway.

Can't I do both, butthole?