Required reading: Shakesville's explainer: What is a Nice Guy?

"Ah, the Nice Guy®. Pity the Nice Guy®. No, please, pity him. He desperately wants you to. And while you're pitying him, would it kill you to give him a mercy fuck? Whether or not he ever asks for it? Because, if not, he's going to become an angry,…

A bigger problem is using "subside" when he clearly means "subsist".

Best part of the tour dates is they're not booked anywhere around the 4th of July. What kind of shit-tastic patriotic band can't get a gig on the shootin'ist, flag wavin'ist, ground-up-animal eatin'ist holiday there is?

I spent two glorious weeks driving around counties Cork and Kerry with my wife. Going back is very high on the list of things to do.

"Turns out that the secret to good bagels was poop water. Who knew?"

Jerry! I just wanted to take a moment to personally thank you for sharing your productivity tip about the giant wall calendar. It changed my life, literally (LITERALLY literally, not that fake literally crap bandied about these days).

Thunder, or the thundering of eight legs drumming across your ceiling and down your walls?

Get a Rolodex. Print out your pictures. Put the pictures on the Rolodex. Bend a coathanger in sort of an M shape so the point in the middle catches the top card, like the expensive one does, and attach it to the Rolodex frame.

Fin.

Anyone familiar with the world of producing car media know that it's not as glamorous as it looks. To get a single shot, either in stills or on video, you need to drive back and forth around one corner, at least a dozen times. Ask me how I know.

While you're on the topic of post-rock: the much overlooked Telegraph Melts. Little released, little noticed. Brilliant post-rock minimalism. Their best is Every Day a Sunrise, a Summer, but that's nowhere to be found. Should you find it, listen. That song at 4:40 is one of my favorite moments to be found in a song. …

"Tampa Bay Marlins"? C'mon, guys.