It's easy to see why the ending is controversial, and I agree with some readers that the final two books are a bit of a rush job. But overall it's one of the greatest book series I've ever read.

I was surprised at how much I enjoyed W&G even though it largely detoured from the main plot to fill in some of Roland's history.

Planning to re-read It in advance of the reboot opening, and looking forward to getting into Marlon James' A History of Seven Killings.

I never put any of my seedlings in the ground (Southwest PA) until Memorial Day weekend, but the carrots and lettuce I sowed outdoors have held up pretty well despite some cold temps, a frosty morning or two and a sh*tload of rain.

"Combs did not respond when asked for comment on whether or not he specifically requested Cambodian breast milk with every meal."

Usually whatever song I'm listening to when I get out of the car is the one that gets lodged in there. Today it's "Don't Give Your Heart to a Rambler" by Tony Rice. Not bad, as ear-worms go.

I like how this reviewer trashes Pitch Black on the same website that called it "a perfect one-shot" and "the gem of the Riddick series" three years ago.

It's hard to imagine a better running storyline for a new season than Archer slowly discovering and coming to love how much MORE of a dick he can be with an indestructible cyborg body.

As an Archer completist, I feel it's imperative to point out that "Cherlene" has not been included among Cheryl's backslashed list of alter egos.

All of this darkness and excellence still can't mask the fact that this is soft-serve ice cream. #HardIceCream4Lyfe

I've literally never had the option to choose "first concert" as a security question.

Ray Romano barely looks like Ray Romano with the beard.

When I originally heard about the casting, I remember thinking that McConaughey might make a better Roland than MIB. But I think it's all about how he chooses to play the character. If he invests Flagg with a demented sense of fun, delighting in the ways he is tormenting Roland, I think it could work very well.

I feel like one of two things must be true: 1) Mac DeMarco is a giant practical joke being played on all of us by Paul Scheer, or 2) Paul Scheer is a giant practical joke being played on all of us by Mac DeMarco.

I went to Bonnaroo in its second year, and at that time, it was just about everything I could have asked for, musically speaking. Got to see a bunch of bucket-list bands — surviving Dead members, Allman Bros., Neil Young & Crazy Horse, JAMES F***ING BROWN! — for under $200 a ticket. They had their sh*t together as far…

"My insurance premiums are about to get MURRRRDDDAAAAAAA'D."

Following #fyrefestival over the weekend was f***ing amazing.

Nope, just pointing out that this is kind of like the dude from Nickelback bitching about Creed.

I mean, as long as we're blatantly making fun of physical appearance, I doubt Oakerson has been kissed by any roses that weren't made of milk chocolate.

Hopefully Guy Ritchie doesn't sully my tween years with this the way Michael Bay sullied my childhood with Transformers.