What. The. Fuck.

Are you a fucking asshole?!

Don't let Chicago-defending commenters get you down, Johanus. I lived in Logan Square for just over a year and my neighbors straight up told me "If something goes down, don't even bother with the cops. They're corrupt pieces of shit, and you're better off calling the MLD."*

Oh look, my old neighborhood's in the news…

As one of the commenters you're referring to, I humbly bow down to your superior research skills. For realz Rebecca, no snark at all.

Yeah, I spent a good chunk of '93 going to basement shows in Portland, Oly and Seattle. The Gits blew me away the first time I heard them (on a friend's mix-tape, I believe) and was shocked to learn I'd never get a chance to see this woman play live.

Awwww... thanks!

Yeah, I can't fucking stand Dave Grohl and Mia Zapata's exclusion from this doesn't surprise me one bit. For anyone wondering what giant, heavy balls sound like on a woman, please listen to the following:

Welp, then I'm pretty sure I now stand happily corrected ;)

Rebecca, despite the fact that Fey's is the sole name on this episode, all sitcoms are gang-written. That's what a writer's room is - the room where the writers sit and throw/bounce/test lines off of each other. If the name on the script is one of the producers, or of the showrunner, then that's who lead the…

When Lola May (3.5 lbs, 15 years young) puts on her fancy date-night sweaters, it always puts her in the mood.

Couldn't read this and not think of the best NY Times headline of all time, Love in the Time of Coloring. Enjoy!

http://www.nytimes.com/2001/10/14/mag…

That is terrible. I love it.

And don't forget that one figures prominently in Will Self's How the Dead Live. Like all of his works, it's dense and sometimes confounding, but well worth the effort.*

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_the_D…

*but nowhere near the keep-the-thesaurus-handy of My Idea of Fun.

Spock-Sothoth thinks you sound cool.

"Dear Mr Hitler,
Thank you very much for the yellow star to wear on my jacket. Now I can pretend I am a cowboy sheriff.

Honestly? Yes.

Why? Because it's in trash tv and movies that all of tomorrow's most-lauded genre tropes are going to take seed and sprout. For instance, the huge glut of TGIF comedies in the mid-90s passed me right by; I had no interest in whatever Urkel was doing - I was too busy watching the "groundbreaking" indies that the…

You're in Germany? Nice. I lived in Berlin for a year, 2002-2003 (had an apartment in Kreuzberg, took the U-bahn every day to work where I taught at a film school in Prenzlauer Berg) and the Autobahn fucking terrified me :)

Area_educator, I like your style, and you're proof that people don't have to act all butthurt when espousing differing opinions. Thanks!