100% here for Johnson getting back into his Brick/Bloom groove.

Ctrl-F -> “Expanse”

I feel like somewhere under the infinite layers of overdubs and ProTools effects, there’s a version of “IRS” that wouldn’t have sounded out of place on “Lies”.  I wonder if they’ll ever find it?

Yeah, I remember the speculation for a while was that the weight gain was from clozapine.  Whatever it is, I’m glad it’s working for him.

Counterpoint: Young Axl was stupid hot, but young Axl was also a drug-addled, wife-beating, borderline-insane homophobic jackass. If you’d asked me in 1993 what the odds were of him living to see the year 2019, I’d’ve laughed in your face.

Although geeze, here’s a nuclear take that’s aged poorly:

There’s exactly one thing more annoying than Zappa, and that’s Zappa fans.

That’s a heck of a read, thank you.

Greil Marcus’ “Dead Elvis” is worth reading on this subject. A lot of the popular imagination of Elvis as a dumb, racist hillbilly comes from one single source: Albert Goldman’s 1981 biography, which was a bestseller and figured pretty prominently in the public’s view of Elvis in the 1980s.

I can’t say that I left E8 feeling like there was more story to explore here, and in fact I really liked the fact that it told a story well and stuck the landing, so I really hope that “Natasha Lyonne fights space aliens in the future” is in fact what they’re going with.

a town so Middle American they called it Centerville

Professor Griff has apologized for his prior bigotry

At the risk of being That Guy, we are not one state away from ratification of the ERA, we are thirty-eight states and a 2/3rds majority congressional vote away, because the final deadline (itself extended from the original) for ratification of the ERA expired in June of 1982.

It’s not often that we see a proper ratio-in’ here in kinja-land, but I think that may be what we have here.

It’s a fair cop. I went into “The National Anthem” knowing literally nothing about the show other than that it was an anthology series which some people were calling a modern-day twilight zone. To say that I was not prepared for what happened next was an understatement.

I feel like “The National Anthem” should rate higher. As a statement of intent for what was then a brand new series, it’s jawdropping: the dramatic equivalent of walking into a bar and immediately punching the biggest guy there. And then it actually pulls it off.

Mbatha-Raw and Davis are magnetic as two women who meet and play in a nightclub-filled virtual reality to escape their respective lives in the tangible world, the former finding real love for the first time in this deceptively boundless place, while the latter ends up taking her greatest leap of faith.

And yet... Logan. Why the hell they didn’t just give James Mangold the keys to the entire franchise at that point is a mystery to me.

The one and the same.  He’s led quite a life.

That’s all well and good, but you’ve missed the thing that he will always and forever be known for: being the poor bastard assigned to be Ted Cruz’s college roommate, and telling the world about Cruz’s masturbatory habits 20 years later.