In Carol's absence, Merritt Wever was the only factor keeping me from hating this episode completely. Okay, the sewer walkers were cool, too. But that's it. Oy vey, at this point TWD's variations on pace and character presence are just a crutch and a bore.

Definitely not.

Yes, they are. Terrible and repulsive, but sandwiches nonetheless.

I'm gonna throw this out there too to try to save a bunch of people the trouble: THIS INTERVIEW WAS CONDUCTED BEFORE TRUMP WAS ANNOUNCED TO HOST THIS SEASON SEASON season seaso sea…

Maron's never been my favorite stand up, and I don't even like the IFC show all that much. But I've listened to WTF for the past five years and while his personality is long and rightfully defined by anger, bitterness and self-absorption, I think he's a damn good interviewer, someone with a genuine curiosity and…

Quit pointing out facts!

He would've made kill-yourself-with-cocaine money.

When's he gonna get Lorna Morello?

Yep. If Maron would just privately apologize Stewart might do the show, which would be fantastic.

Please Kill Me is a gem. Great photos on top of the text, which is fun to pick up and reread in bits on a whim.
I love Hell's music; his writing not so much. My favorite single thing in that book is probably a terrific photo of him with the perfect caption, a quote reading "He looked like he didn't care." Gold.

I'll have to check out Soft Focus, and some of his writing.
In my 20 years of exploring punk (and its various incarnations) I've come to a lot of bands late. I can get sucked into a punk wormhole on YouTube at any moment. I just picked up 13 Point Plan to Destroy America last year. I'd never heard it, though I…

EDUTAINMENT, fuck yeah!

Midnight Marauders is nigh on perfect.

Well, don't look at me.

That book was all over the place enough that an observant or absorbent person could know it without knowing it.

Yeah, Zak Orth had me scared for Valerie. Not that I expected physical, man-on-women violence, but the portrayal of rage and violence was potent.

Another triple-stumper: "Who is Joan Didion." Joan fucking Didion. That was my daily occurrence of calling a trio of smart people idiots.
Year of Magical Thinking ain't a deep cut. I knew Joan Didion because of it, several years before I dove into her journalism.
I'd expect the token -ordinary job-worker-/writer…

It was a rare day when every contestant was pretty likable.

I liked it, but wouldn't have if he'd come off like a dick overall. He's okay.

I'll throw Anna Gunn and January Jones on that list.