Heh.

This was the first year WBB was eligible, though. And it did get nominated for an Annie Award.

What about zazz? She got any zazz?

She didn't leave it. As the article mentions, she's a playwright.

Meanwhile, the short-form animation Emmy went to Robot motherfucking Chicken. Going up against an outstanding later-season episode of Adventure Time, and a gorgeous, groundbreaking episode of Steven Universe.

Here's hoping you never have to make that choice. But here's further hoping that, in the moment, the sanctity of their request and the dignity of their choice outweighs any "kinda weird" feeling you may experience.

They have a kid together, but I don't think they're married anymore.

It was a great experiment for them and a real concerted effort to take a step forward in their sound, but for me it was ultimately more of a miss than a hit. Why they then veered off into "Good News…" is a real headscratcher.

Because I can't let a pointless endeavor go unimitated, here's my attempt:

Shall we all have another Orange Julius in celebration of this decision, sir? I already have the thick syrup standing in lines over in the kitchen.

For the longest time, "Cowboy Dan" and "Trailer Trash" were the two songs I'd use to judge a piece of stereo equipment before purchasing it.

I dunno. That feels pretty uninspired compared to the theistic angst they came up with on Lonesome Crowded West.

No doubt, but given how much those first albums resonated with me (and still do) and how little I appreciate their pop explorations, I just can't abide much of it.

Yeah, I'm much too much of a late-MM denier to sign off on this list. (Bukowski?? That's a prime example of the worst kind of Tom Waits-worship.) But I cannot deny that Cowboy Dan is worthy of the top spot.

The early half of Modest Mouse's discography is pretty close to unassailable. This album just gave no fucks at all in terms of a debut: overlong, over-proggy in its own woozy way, amelodic and with lyrics that are as callow but true as any undergrad poetry major's. Plus it sort of wound up feeling like a perfect road…

Irrespective of Kaepernick's protest, I think you may be applying an outdated standard for the motivation behind tattoos. It's less an attention-grabber these days and more of a thing people just…do. We're past the days of Dennis Rodman.

Don't worry, we won't let you forget.

No self-respecting gay man would perform an act with a name as tacky as "smushing."

The problem with that prediction is that whenever the Giants enter the playoffs as a 9-7 team, they end up winning the Super Bowl.

…base…ball? Are you sure that's a thing?