Who gives a shit, it’s a good show.

I mean, that “Africa” bullshit was a big viral moment. That’s their bag, now. 

Alan Moore’s Providence does a — pardon the pun — stellar job of conveying the awesome, incomprehensible bigness of the genre — both visually and psychologically. No minor feat. 

It’s not the focus. 

I’m pretty sure Frank Black treated Kim Deal like shit.

“Telephone Line” has such a gorgeous melody. I love that song. 

She’s his assistant, not his sidekick.

I love how lucid Conan can be. His podcast has been a small delight.

Does that even matter, tho

The recognition is nice but also, like, who fucking cares about this boomer-ass bullshit in 2018? The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is just so booooooooring.

It’s... beautiful.

What’s funniest to me is, like, why this dude? Why this bulb-headed, marble-mouthed dunce? 

Two thoughts I’ve had during my binge of King of the Hill:

Ah yes, what Diddy has done is surely as destructive and judgement-worthy as a month of drunk driving. Go off. 

“Reruns are toxic nostalgia” is a hot take, pardner. 

Goodness fucking gracious, this looks wonderful. 

[warmed-over synth riffs plod over my seizing corpse]

See, I really try my best to not shit on something just cuz I don’t like it. I’m content with keeping my mouth shut and letting people enjoy something. But the Stranger Things craze just baffles me. I think the acting is fine (kids can really tank a show, but these ones are okay). But yeah, the story, the plotting,…

Please, Bruce, don’t comment on my green ascot. I must keep it on. If I remove it... my monocle falls off!