I’d let you watch. I would invite you.

God, yes. What else do we have left?

It’s not terrible. But he’s clearly past his prime. Unlike Black Thought, who is the G.O.A.T., and still spitting fire.

After his interview with Terri Gross, nothing surprises me about him. He’s the worst.

There’s an opportunity for a Weird Al style parody today.

“Rooooooooy’s a pedophile

We had a segregated military until Truman issued an executive order in 1948 ending that despicable practice. So, yes, Dresden troops would have been segregated. And black POWs would never have been permitted by the Nazis to share quarters with white POWs.

Stop.

But they do dream of electric androids.

And all the other forms of music, art, entertainment, commerce, and industry that involve men.

But not agriculture. Weird.

I didn’t like/get U2 until Achtung Baby, which came out my sophomore year in college. I actively disliked the Rattle and Hum film and album and was largely indifferent to everything but Pride and Sunday Bloody Sunday before then. (I have come to greatly appreciate early U2, but it took a while). I remember being in a…

The first time I saw her was in an episode of Homicide: Life on the Streets. It was one of the few really good episodes from Season 7. I had no idea who she was, but her performance left a huge impression on me. She was probably only about 14 or 15, but she managed to play the character as (frighteningly) wise beyond…

You’re not wrong. But I’m glad this song exists, if only because it led to this simply wonderful track by De La Soul:

You’re allowed to like it. I still think it’s creepy. Evidently, Scott Aukerman agrees with me, and that carries more weight with me.

It’s a little rapey.

Eartha Kitt is always approved. Jingle bell Rock is pretty bad.

“Say, what’s in this drink?”

The worst song of this season is Baby It’s Cold Outside, and especially in light of #metoo, it should be banished immediately.

It really is.

Oh potatoes and molasses
If you want some, oh just ask us
They’re warm and soft like puppies and socks
Filled with cream and candy rocks...

Peg!

Am I doing it right?