The turnover is weird, too. A lot of freelancers losing their other part-time jobs but then getting full time work.

It was very much the end of days here. There was constant complaints that TvdW drove away all the movie writers and turned the avc into a tv site. Now the complaints are that there's not tv, while ignoring the fact that the amount of tv has motherfucking doubled since then. Anyone who whines about food or sports or…

Are you mad a unicorn has a horn?

She's also been on American Gods duty, so she must spend her Mondays watching This Old House or bowling trying to take the edge off after those shows.

You're totally right, man. In the 90s everyone only consumed minimal amounts of weed, heroin, ecstasy and coke.

I know! maybe npr can offer up the good shit and maybe tell us how the 80s were really about humility, or the 2000s had the just right number of stupid wars.

Old Grover is the one and only to have ever done it. The closest thing in recent history is Nixon having served as Veep, losing the general and coming back eight years later.

and if you confuse Katy Perry with Taylor Swift you'll get Bad Blood.

This is so fucking wrong I have no idea where to even start.

Holy shit

And he chooses 1 as his number! One is a goalie number, not for an outfield player. Maybe he considers 10 to be far too sacred.

And the texture of clothing. When I was reading Wind-Up Bird Chronicle I kept on thinking of David Hockney, with that insistent attention to detail and clean technique that leaves everything feeling unsettling.

Good grief. There's Great Job, Internet! and You're Missing the Point, You Fuckwit!, because you're missing the point, you fuckwit. He's like George R.R. Martin with white rice and Cutty Sark.

So a drag version of Italian futurist fascism?

It also helps that Sorrentino is an avid observer of Italian politics, which daily shades our more recent upheavals, and have been Fellaini-esque anticipations of the current scene. Trump wishes he had Berlusconi's panache.

He's a great actor.

yeah, I lived in Bloomington for two years and I had no idea Columbus had any sort of reputation. It just seemed to be a crossroads between Bloomington, Indy and Louisville.

Pictures of elks are big bucks.

This isn't clickbait; it's an opinion piece that you happen to disagree with. You can kindly go and clutch your pearls elsewhere.

The last time I saw him in something was as a magnificently fussy Graf Karenin. I like him here.