Yeah, I actually lived up the street from the museum, on 25th St, until I was ten; we went regularly, since there were often free days, like Sundays, and school trips. I was very lucky.

For me, it was Duchamp's "Étant donnés" (the one where you look through the knot in the door) at the same museum. Still haven't quite gotten past that one.

William Holman Hunt's painting "The Scapegoat" has haunted me since the day I first saw it in a textbook; it's unnerved me so much, and I've never even seen the original. I can feel that damn goat looking into my soul and judging it not worth redeeming.

Oh, I hope some day to see that. I saw the Last Supper fresco(?) in Milan, and it's in terrible condition.

I went to the MOMA, and wandering around, there's "Starry Night"! Just fucking sitting there on the wall! There's a picture of me, my mouth agape, just shocked to see one of the most famous paintings in the Western world—it was so much smaller than I'd imagined, but more beautiful than any print.

I was a latchkey kid, my mom working as a nurse at a hospital about twenty miles from the small town we were living in. This meant consuming a lot of media on my own, thanks to cable and a farmers' market where I could buy used records.

So who wants to bankroll me switching every record with a copy of Metal Machine Music?

The A.V.Club

There are fans of Arliss?

Wait, if Khazar are Jews, then by transitive properties, Jews sacrifice babies? Man, wait till I tell the next klavern meeting!

…Were we watching the same show? Because I took the intention of the production to be that we should read her actions as showing she was at least hostile to the people living in the low-income housing, based on the fact that she kept bringing her dogs over to defecate on their lawns.

Ending on the shot of Mary and Doreen hanging out was a life raft after all that. That and the poodle lady finally breaking down and letting the child play with her dogs.

I once started making a "Fuck You" playlist, but after about ten minutes, I realized it was 85% Dylan songs. That , "Substitute", "Bastards of Young", "Common People", and Big Star's "Thank You Friends". But mostly Dylan.

Nah, we'd left Yosemite the evening before, drove through Reno, and ended up sleeping at a motel in a town called Lovelock. The next day we were going to head for Utah and then head up to Yellowstone, but when we got up the next morning, my husband decided to and find this ghost town called Unionville that was a…

Actually, worse than either of those was the previous day, when I was stuck in the Nevada desert with a shredded tire and no cell phone reception.

I won't deny that there are some great camping sites and natural wonders, but it was still a long, numbing slog going from SLC to Nebraska.

Except for Yellowstone, there's nothing there. Nothing. I never thought I'd be happy to see Nebraska until I spent half a day crossing Wyoming without a decent cup of coffee.

Man, I'm tempted to create a second account just to upvote this again.

peop,e forget that Rome endured centuries of decline before Romulus Augustulus was deposed by Odoacer; the Eastern Empire lasted another thousand years. There were centuries of Roman-German interaction before Alaric had enough and sacked Rome. History moves at a slow pace—almost as slow as season five of GoT.

Emma is still getting the Scream equivalent of tweets from “UNKOWN [sic].”