. . . maybe I could make you Dr. Mr. Goodman?

I like you, Dr. Mr. Badman (Esq.), and I hope we can be friends.

That’s pretty good. However I don’t believe Millar is capable of reading ‘Planetary’, much less writing it.

Saw Sparklehorse only once, in a tiny pub in Sydney in 1999. But I won’t ever forget it.

Americans’ passion for Wilco is one of the most curious instances of national partisanship I know. To me (and most of the non-Americans I know who care about such things), they’re . . . fine. Diligent, unexciting. I don’t think ever in my life I’ve thought, God, I really want to listen to some Wilco right now—though…

Garth Ennis is the thinking man’s Mark Millar.

What a guy.

She’s deserving of a platform, like any serious historian. Her 2003 study of the Soviet Gulags was well-researched and harrowing; a lot of people more knowledgable on the subject than I, consider it pretty well definitive.

I don’t know, that little white cat looks kinda hot. I figure I’ll finish work, draw the curtains, pull out the Jergens and have myself a rum-tum-tugger before the wife gets home.

[adopts Dennis Miller voice] ‘Classically handsome’? You mean like the bust of the Emperor Commodus?

Would that I could give this comment a hundred stars.

Easily one of the best films I’ve seen this year.

If there’s one thing Baz Luhrmann films are known for, it’s their uncanny, almost forensic ability to capture the inner lives—the souls, if you will—of their characters.

I have.

I take Bieber’s response with a large grain of salt, given that his entire output is worthless.

Isn’t this just . . . this?

She’s superb in most things that aren’t ‘Twilight’ – but especially so in ‘Personal Shopper’.

I know, mate. It’s the epigraph.

Can’t say I have great faith in Lily Brooks-Dalton’s powers of invention, given that she couldn’t even be bothered to come up with her own title. Good Morning, Midnight belongs, now and always, to the great Jean Rhys.