Their performance art is always pretty titillating.

It’s an AV Club staff fav. This is their mantra:

In a post-Kinja world I can finally embed an image here to toot my own horn about when Teti asked for suggestions for a new name for these open forums:

Canadian rockers Broken Social Scene—whom you almost certainly listened to during sophomore year at two in the morning with tears in your eyes, if you were an indie rock fan during your college years

Sure, it would be nicer for fans of American democracy if, on Monday (after Colbert and his late-night cohorts had already taped their shows), FBI Deputy Director Andrew McCabe weren’t forced out of his position by Trump (allegedly).

Chester Gould, creator of Dick Tracy, had a daughter who attended Stephens College, which is also in Columbia, and so he used to visit fairly regularly. There’s a greasy spoon restaurant called Ernie’s a few blocks from Stephens that he used to frequent and to this day the menus there feature original Dick Tracy…

It is —it’s across the street from Jesse Hall (the main administrative building) and it sits where a student hangout called The Shack used to be, as Walker used to hang out there and draw early strips. Legend (that is, the kinds of stories you hear as a freshman) has it that The Shack was destroyed in a mysterious…

It’s probably not something that would ring true narratively, but part of me wants to see Kim survive the series and, after whatever ultimately drives them apart, in a postscript we see that she’s somehow tracked down Jimmy living in Omaha. Like the last shot would be Jimmy in black and white, working in the Cinnabon,…

I read the article. I was specifying that someone elsewhere pointed out that particular detail—out of the other details Hughes included—yesterday, and I was adding why that’s convincing to me.

Someone pointed out yesterday that the production photos on the site all match up with scenes from the trailer, the implication being that if it were real there would probably be some evidence of production aside from those scenes. My guess is that it’s viral marketing for something else.

“Lol Get the føkk out of here” 

In case you didn’t know, the titular story was published in The New Yorker a few years back. It clocks in at 16 pages, single-spaced in a standard Word document (I know because I assigned to my Contemporary Lit students last semester), so it might help pass the time:

The conspiracy is real.

Jessica Drake, another adult film actress and director, has said that Trump grabbed her, kissed her, and later propositioned her after meeting her at the very same golf tournament, offering her $10,000:

I’d say that he’s been channeling his inner Francis Bacon, which seems about right.

This is nothin’. Back in the 80's Bloom County saw Bill the Cat run for president; then, in another storyline, Trump’s brain was transplanted into Bill’s body. It was all still more believable than what actually happened.

Agreed! There are so many things that it does so well, and does so consistently. All of the principal characters are unforgettable creations. (I can’t wait to see how Paige ends up training with Elizabeth in that still—whether it’s heartbreaking, empowering, or both, I trust that it’ll feel absolutely genuine, which…

The page is doing the same for me —just the title, release date, and pic, which is actually good because I was tempting fate by clicking on this feature in the first place, as I’m binging the series(finally!) for the first time between semesters and I’m halfway through season 4. I only came down into the comments to…

Loved the interview. I don’t care if he occasionally is a grinch when it comes to sci-fi and the like —in my opinion Tyson has earned his place as Sagan’s heir as our chief science communicator. This is one of my favorite things ever: