I have to assume that Shawn Michaels was instrumental in getting WWE on board and getting this made. They're otherwise not very Christian, but Shawn belongs to a big ol tacky gay bashing Texas church.

Nahnatchka Khan wrote a lot of good American Dad episodes.

There will end up being a logistical issue with Broad City filming in NYC while Melania is trotting Little Lord Fauntleroy around and the Secret Service will block them. And that will be like salt in the wound for our poor heroes.

There was no manufacturing for the machines that actually make vinyl records. Jack White bought eight of the first ones off the line to use in his factory that he's opening. This project has actually been in the pipeline for years but the machines just didn't exist. It couldn't really be any more relevant to the…

I could likely drive to Detroit within a day and something like this would be cool to check out, but the thought of actually going to Detroit is still foreboding.

The presses just didn't exist, the surge in vinyl came quicker than production could keep up. It's taken this long just to manufacture the new presses. Jack's gonna make out like a bandit just from picking up the backlog orders for records with his facilities.

There's a vast chasm of difference between having a detectable influence of something and making a carbon imitation of it. I can hear it.

Gorillaz been listening to some vaporwave.

Iirc Rolling Stone was initially involved with Palladium but now it's just MTV Classic.

Playboy's going back to nudes. Hef's son took it over and he knows where the bread is buttered.

I'm actually more surprised no thirsty media company has attempted to buy the Nerdist brand and create Nerdist TV. It's a pretty high-profile name in that market and lord knows Hardwick's a big ol whore for exposure.

If they don't cast Bayley in this then what good is it?

Who's a greenhorn? What's a greenhorn?

No Fear, yeah. A little Hot Topic for the K-Mart crowd.

I once played a 35 minute version of Scarlet Begonias/Fire On the Mountain with a band I was in, at the very tail end of a long set, and they just launched into it with no break after the previous song. As a drummer this was near intolerable cruelty. The numbness in my testes didn't subside for hours.

For the next 4 years we're all doing time for some other fucker's crime.

R. Crumb lived in the Haight during the late 60s and he did a comic that expressed that sentiment (including himself in it). My favorite panel was a Hell's Angel-Wolfman grabbing a young hippie girl and saying something to the effect of "Gimme some of that free love or I'll kill ya, bitch." So you're not wrong.

I wish Phish toured enough that that poor bastard wouldn't have to take gigs working for Justin Bieber.

Good work, sir.

But Papa! You always wanted me to be a watchmaker like you!