Lately I’ve become fixated on the Rolling Stone list of 100 Greatest Guitarists of all time (Tom Morello’s on there). I don’t even play, but the list fascinates me in how it raises all sorts of questions vis-a-vis how we judge art. For instance, to be “Great” do you have to break new ground? How important is being…

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I simply will not abide no one giving the due love to “CARtoons.” 

I’m probably opening myself up to all kinds of derision (assuming anyone even sees this), but I say... Morrissey.

Same with mid-’90s infatuation, but for some reason I drifted more toward her sister. 

Recently saw “The Great Escape.” Especially with the scene where he meets the Germans who run the camp (“To Cross the Wire is Death” clip on YouTube), you pretty much see the template for American-male confidence/cockiness that would be inherited by Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise et al. 

I’ve been to Graceland, and I would definitely agree that Elvis had an impressively broad appeal (I always picture the sheriff in “Devil’s Rejects” and his threat of violence to anyone who speaks ill of “Elvis Aaron Presley!”).

So Shapiro skipped two grades, graduating high school at 16, and graduated college with honors at 20.

Touche, but this is exactly in David Cross’s wheelhouse.

I still wonder if it’s a false memory re: that afternoon in summer of 2011 when I went into a theater and watched a movie called “Super 8.”

That’s such a fucking weird movie... and may I stress that that is NOT a compliment, in this case.

I can’t answer your question, but I had the same reaction. Most everyone else on the list has been active within the last few years, and I honestly haven’t heard much about Farrakhan since the ‘90s (seriously, the last time I heard him referred to was on “Seinfeld” when Jerry eats the black/white cookie that makes him…

I’m dealing with something I’m sure a lot of other people are: I have a friend who’s a Donald Trump supporter. I knew it back in 2016, but I was surprised when, after years of it not coming up, he reiterated it last week.

“and some of them—like Arkansas’ Mason Hargett, a regular country lawyer in his blue blazer and plaid bow tie—defy all expectations of what a satanist looks like.”

A perhaps unexpected thing about this movie is that it was also liked by guys (if they ever saw it, it was not marketed toward them). My friends and I convulsed at ‘Dear God in Heaven, why’d you have to kill such hot snatch?... it’s a joke, man. Geez, people are so serious.”

And the tunnel was short, stopped in the road when it should’ve gone past the trees... that’s on him.

Two words: dry drunk. 

WARNING: This Dollar Is Not Yours After You Spend It.

I’d never even heard of that publication, but it checks a lot of boxes of what I consider insufferable: finger-wagging headlines and subheads, contrarianism, the content being just a springboard for the editor’s philosophies, and of course a fawning profile Glenn Greenwald.

I stopped listening shortly after the 2016 election. It wasn’t that they were bad or anything, but I didn’t feel they were treating what we were going through with the totally warranted freakout it required*... things may have changed since then, but they seemed too calm. I switched over to a bunch of podcasts where…