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I haven't watched Looking but I'm going to start based on this article. Great piece.

"Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean" for me. That fucking song . . .

He's actually the tribble wrapped around that guy's neck.

What a catchy tune!

This is the dumbest thing ever and I love it so much.

You dare call Dawes "obscure?"

Well I think it's just a shame that Shania never gave Hank his much anticipated tuggy before he died.

Write a verbose title in yellow Futura, have weird children saying precocious things, play a British Invasion/French pop song in the background, and you have every single one of these stupid fucking videos.

*Sharpens beheading ax*

I hereby proclaim a moratorium on all Wes Anderson-based parody videos, under penalty of death.

Bay's inability to keep the camera still for longer than two seconds is one of his most irritating tics.

It's always amazing to see which great actors get pulled into the latest Transformers disaster. Stanley Tucci and John Malkovich were also in one or two of them, I forget which. I have to assume they just really like money.

Presumably the aide will be played by Ken Jeong for some light comic relief. Benghazi doesn't have to be all doom and gloom, and Michael Bay certainly knows how to have fun!

It's such bullshit. I almost refuse to accept that there isn't a market of music fans who would be clamoring for that.

"You! Kruger! My son tells me your company stinks! You couldn't smooth a silk sheet if you had a hot date with a babe . . .

I just call it a sand anus.

Seconded. This is very good advice.

If it matters at all, the whole Zelda thing is treated much more subtly in the book.

My wonderful 160GB iPod Classic that I've had for six years finally gave up on me. I'm now using iTunes Match, which I loath and is literally taking days to finish.

This morning, I found myself at the edge of a lake of slush. and as I was trying to determine its depth, I gingerly poked my foot out and ended up stepping in up to my ankles. I heard a shrieking cackle behind me and turned to find an old man who both looked and sounded like a gold prospector from the Old West,