I only have an absolute shell of a Facebook account that I keep mainly to link to my professional workblog and twitter account. But yeah, it's dead as fuck. No desire to interact with anyone there or even click around.

The network of everyone's moms.

A. its unflattering
B. it's a forced masculine ideal
C. it's always the first, most laziest thing creators do when they want to attach some idea of "legitimacy" to the character. It's hackneyed.

How depressingly pedestrian. Not even a mellifluous corporate naming.

This was nothing. Montreal trashed the joint and then took the destruction downtown with their GnR riot.

What the fuck is the nominal name for Comiskey? Anyone calling it otherwise deserves a thorough beating.

Fuck STL and their human grocery stores.

The writer on The Ringer loving referred to the current incarnations of Axl and Slash as "swollen" and "slightly less swollen, depending on the lights and sweat at the time".

what a dry fart of a failure film.

Cthulu & Hobbes.

After the 6th or 7th Dunkin Donuts you pass in 5 minutes of walking in Midtown, you realize there's fuck all to do there anymore..

I hope he saddles up on a flame-decal'ed AT-AT and rides into hot battle!

Wait, we suddenly shifted talk to "Cracked Rear View" ?

it's working because of its versatility. An events venue and coffeehouse and record store? Bingo.

Laurel's ankle boots look more suited to a college coed from some suburban shithole.

Prediction? It won't mean a damn thing.

No mention on how Rough Trade is thriving in Brooklyn?

Manhattan, for all its rich artistic history it loves to trade on, is nothing more than an enormous multiblock Design Within Reach showroom now.

Please, no more greco-roman body armor. that sucks.

And well-clothed, thanks to the superlative Cliff Chiang art.