Furthermore, he was raised in Brookline, MA.

Oh, we bring up Stick all of the time, and HackMaster is very much a piss take, as well. It’s part of why I was super comfortable laying waste to a gobo nursery. In fact, we got a story XP escalator for my actions!

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And Leftists wonder why they can’t get any traction.

Jack Off Jill was really, really, really, really good. I liked Daisy’s work on Portrait, as well.

tighttighttighttighttight

Somehow, this is the first I am hearing about a new DOOM collab, which makes me question the abilities of the people feeding me music. Que sera sera. Instead, I’ll be digging into the new record from TOKiMONSTA, a new single from Cut Chemist featuring Chali 2Na, and I still need to listen to the new Open Mike Eagle.

Waaaaait wait wait.

Naturally. Saying that if you get close enough to speakers playing Drake that you can see little heart bubbles coming out of them might be my favorite takedown ever.

As far as quasi Internet celebrities, I’ll advocate @dril, ZMF, and @dick_nixon.

Following someone on Twitter makes you feel close to someone? That’s a really odd angle.

You’ve got to make sure you have a properly curated feed. I follow fewer than 150 accounts. I don’t even know how Follow Back adherents deal with the white noise.

I signed up for Twitter in the wake of Ghostface Killah waxing rhapsodic on the merits of personal hygiene and and importance of... reciprocation on a date that is going well. But my best Twitter follows are probably Paul F. Tompkins, John Hodgman, David Simon, and El-P.

I still like nerdcore. MC Frontalot, MC Lars, and Mega Ran are going to be in my area in two weeks, and I’m unreasonably excited.

Hey Nong Man.

Right?

Whereas most things sound fine with that gentle Texas drawl, I cannot even imagine how words like “shit” and “retarded” would take shape coming from Hank Hill. The man is just too good for that nonsense.

This weekend, I hope to put some good quality hours into NieR: Automata. Speaking generally, I get a few minutes each weeknight after the kids go to bed and before I myself retire, but this past week I’ve not done much besides fish. Which did land me some sweet, sweet gear, but still. It’s not progress. I’ve been…

Wouldn’t we all?

John Teti’s to the limit.