It’s really, really bizarre.

Apparently, he also prepared for making Mother! by cosplaying as Buster Bluth.

I agree that a lot of human behaviors/sexuality/morality has been over-scienced/clinicalized. I’m not a philistine or anti-intellectual, but I do think some part of the human experience is lost when you look too closely at it.

At what point does it go from “trial separation” to “actual separation?” Ten years seems to be well past the point of a trial.

Yeah, I think taking a page from MLS’s playbook and going with some sort of Designated Player system would help. Hell, maybe you don’t even have to use it on a QB.

I wonder if he and Fagen had discussed it before he passed. Donald Fagen doesn’t strike me as a particularly sentimental man, but this is an awfully fast announcement.

I’m one of like ten people on earth who likes Yeezus more than Fantasy. Yeezus just worked for me, I guess.

You know, Curtis was a decent album, it just obviously didn’t leave the same kind of footprint as Graduation. I liked that song with Justin Timberlake, and there were a few other tracks that I remember liking.

It came out my junior year of college and I bought a physical copy of the CD from my campus bookstore. I ripped it to my old, black and white screen iPod.

Wow, Late Registration last? That’s probably my favorite album of his.

Yet here you are, commenting on an article about him.

It’s like I always say, you can’t spell “crap” without “rap” !!1!

It’s my third favorite, too. His first two are my two favorite, 1a and 1b.

Yeah, I guess Kinja makes things a little harder to avoid.

If I were trying to avoid years-old spoilers, I’d probably steer clear of an article named “Everyone Gets The Death They Deserve On Game of Thrones.”

That’s what’s so great about the valonquar prophecy: it could refer to many, many different characters. Jaime, Tyrion, Jon, Dany, Sansa, Arya, or Theon, just to name a few.

It’s fuckin nice oat.

Trump loved campaigning for president way more than being president. He got to take his carny act on the road, sell some stupid hats, and get a bunch of red-faced suburban assholes all whipped up into a frenzy. He was in hog heaven. Now, he has a job he loathes, all but his lunatic die hards hate him, and everything’s…

We’re gonna fight over the 2016 primary for the rest of our lives, aren’t we?

Hillary can’t fail, she can only be failed.