Now I wanna hear Nick Cave do Mr. Sandman.

Set to The Beautiful People.

Season 5 of Louie is on Netflix now. I'd like to watch this but I don't remember how to go about that, so I'll watch his other (former?) show.

29 is a really sucky age because you spend the whole year panicking about all the things you think you need to do before 30. Then 30 comes and you realize you still aren't really that old, especially by what passes for maturity in 2016. Beyond that I don't know, although I'm starting to see nostalgia move past a time…

Everyone crying about how unlikable Gus and Mickey are supposed to be, or how ugly Gus is, or whatever:

All the hype over this show being some feminist empowerment dream scenario really looks weak when you're essentially talking about a borderline developmentally disabled overgrown child who doesn't understand why it's not ok to tweet a bestiality video from your company's account. Way too over the top for this show.

Billy Breathes tho….

Did Jonah Hill lose a bunch of weight again? Last I saw him he had porked back up till he looked like a shorter Ralphie May.

Most accounts of Hartman's wife and marriage say that she had long standing mental issues and she was verbally abusive to him the whole time. Joe Rogan talks about it on his podcast a lot, Hartman told him a lot about the problems they'd have.

The drumming on Symphony and Sweating Bullets is like Meg White level basic. A drum kit and an hour and you could play that.

Glad to see in a post digital world the EP of B-sides and rarities is still a thing.

That was far from my first time getting fried but I never hallucinated song lyrics before.

This song always gives me involuntary shivers. I was toasted after ripping a few g-bongs one night and this was playing somewhere, and I was creeping through the house in the dark when I got home. Not that I was hallucinating or anything but hearing it in my head was making me irrationally freaked out, like something…

The guy on the cajon ruined it for me. God how I hate that ridiculous hipster instrument. It's the ukulele of percussion: a "quirky" instrument that isn't actually as utilitary or useful as a more common instrument but is trendy among people who think they're too cool to own a djembe or bongos. It's just s fucking box.

I love the barely-veiled anti-Semitism in saying Gus couldn't get Mickey. He's just got a big nose and glasses, he's not a friggin mutant.

I look like Kevin Owens and I've done ok for myself within my means.

Kate Gregson crushing it. Brie Larson is due for superstardom, for once I'm glad to have been in on the ground floor.

Girls can't play barre chords amirite?

Thank you.

Nah.