Last night, I finished "S" by J.J. Adrams and Doug Dorst, which is a real treat for an English major-type such as myself. I had read this book immediately after finishing Dort's "Alive in Necropolis" an I'm glad I read the books in the order I did, because as much as I enjoyed "Necropolis" I liked "S" so much more.…

Apparently, he'd be confronted by angry audience members in the parking lot.

Yeah, man. I mean, Mitch Hedberg would never have won that show. He would have quickly understood the futility of standing and sat down.

Bill Hicks made a point of playing places where he knew his act wouldn't go over well. It's fine to be all leftist and druggie in New York City, but the deep south in Reagan's '80s America was a much tougher room.

I went and checked out her now-deleted comments, which included this doozy:

I was wondering why I was hearing about this person for the very first time today on Twitter. Honestly, all I could tell was that people were pissed, but I could not figure out why.

He'll punch someone in the face before the first commercial.

Right. I doubt she'll be playing for four hours. More likely, she'll have two opening acts and keep her set under an hour. Plus, you have to wrap up early when your audience is composed of 10 year olds who need to get home because it's a school night.

How is he getting that much time off from his geologist job?

I prefer the lyrical stylings of Yachty McYachtface.

Bear Barron Beats Banner

Loose a turn.

This event has really jumped … I can't think of a way to end this sentence.

"Ong-Bak" is the shit, as is "The Protector."

My crush on Judy Greer remains strong.

I prefer The Cones of Dunshire to D&D, but then again, I prefer calzone to pizza.

Meanwhile, "Mind Quad" remains stuck in development purgatory.

I miss it more now that it's not available on any streaming service.

Dead & Company is on tour right now, and the Nugs app allows me to hear the shows the next day. The Playin'>UJB transition from the June 13 show in Atlanta is sublime.

Too soon for nostalgia, Internet!