I think there’s an article limit if you don’t? I went ahead and signed up for it, because it’s $2 a month and includes access to New York Magazine and all the associated publications. I have to admit the commenting community is not always as robust as I wish it were.

I made the pleasant discovery that my local purveyor of used vinyl not infrequently buys exotica albums. (The musical version of the tiki bar craze of the 1950s and 1960s; I guess it was kinda racist at the time but harmless nowadays.) They keep it in the jazz section, which I never check, but happened to find Martin…

Further debates are pointless unless the moderator has the ability to cut mics.

If Piddock really didn’t know what Willard was going to say (and I 100% believe him when he says he didn’t), then his ability to stay in character was Oscar-worthy.

Vulture has had some decent write-ups of this show. Better than here, anyway.

I assumed his phone was in the bag that had the money in it. There’s no way it would still be working after he nearly drowned trying to swim to the mainland (and my god, watching the tide inexorably creep in during that scene was excruciating). 

I missed out on the only Record Store Day #2 release I wanted, Fleetwood Mac’s Alternate Rumors, in spite of being like the 5th person through the door. The store only had 2 copies. Two! Feh.

My old boyfriend (when we were in our early 20s) actually was almost decapitated by something flying off a truck and crashing through his windshield, but it was a length of pipe and not a log. If there had been someone (like me, for instance) in the passenger seat, they would have been toast, unless they had very good…

“Acid is groovy, kill the pigs” is 100% something a square (an Army surgeon) would put in the mouths of murderous hippies in 1970. Chanting it while holding lit candles, no less. The mentioned “deathbed confession” was from Helena Stokely, who was crazier than a bedbug in a mattress fire.

I think it’s good. Certainly better than these flat, awful recaps, which offer no criticism or insight and don’t appear to have been edited at all (the same adjective used twice in sentences, bouncing back and forth between past and present tense, etc.).

LOL. My parents loved Person of Interest almost as much as they do all 70 versions of NCIS. “Jesus and the weaselly guy from the island have a magic machine that predicts crime? Set the DVR for ‘record series’!” Looking at the years between Passion of the Christ and that show, and since that show ended, I’m…

Caviezel is as big a loon as Gibson. At some point during the press tours for The Passion of the Christ he started hinting that he actually was Jesus based on... their shared initials. (I guess that means I am also Steve Guttenberg.) You may have noticed his career largely fizzled around the same time, although he had…

Yeah, I watched all of the new episodes of Pen15. It seemed even more cringe-y this time around, but also I loved it and legit went entire episodes where I forgot the leads were women in their 30s. They also seemed to dial up the absurdity a little bit, although it’s a high baseline with “30-something women playing…

Obviously, the Kennedy assassination is the most plausible, but the least plausible point is that no one ever spoke about it all this time. But the rest of it is just insane. It just makes no sense.

Uh oh, this is gonna set off all those “Jen and Brad are getting back together!” ding-dongs. Or maybe Anniston just can’t be bothered to hold a grudge, especially since she’s sitting on a mountain of Friends money.

I thought Rogan was on an all-meat diet. Lately he’s looking like Commander Strax.

Yeah, I didn’t hate it or anything, it was more like “Well, that ended!” And having just come off reading a couple of books which were a bit of a slog, I definitely appreciated the brevity.

I did like it, although it had that thing I’ve noticed with a lot of midcentury literature where it seemed like it ended just really abruptly? But I will be seeking out more of her work; I have this reading project for 2020 where I picked out 12 women writers who I’ve never read before (one per month), and Fitzgerald…

I just started My Mother’s House by Francesca Momplaisir. It starts with a sentient house committing suicide, so that’s pretty weird. On audio I’m almost done with English History Made Brief, Irreverent, and Pleasurable. It’s not telling me anything I didn’t already know, but is indeed fun and good for listening to…

I didn’t have them pegged as trans either. He (?) was presenting as a man in the privacy of his own home.