Leah, it's okay, we get it. You can all stop pretending you give a shit anymore.
A thousand sets of random rubbernecking eyes are preferable to a hundred loyal and interested sets. Thus, the accounts that have stuck around this long are more valuable dead than alive. It's simple business.
We get it.
I don't really comment here anymore, but I have to now just to honor that work of genius.
CLEARLY THOSE ARE THE DROIDS WE ARE ALL LOOKING FOR. #crosstalk
I just hearted you so hard it shook Shackleford's couch.
Barry Cottle must be so proud.
Unless the hijackers were Vancouver cops, of course.
There are some things up with which they will not put! #crosstalk
Who I Would Fuck On Firefly
D) All of them
I'm not allowed to break character while I'm on the clock, or I get docked a day's salary. #crosstalk
Not banned, Halo? Still starred, Halo?
Just checking. #crosstalk
I'm going to start a blog dedicated to scanning and posting pages out of my stack of old Raygun magazines and call it the Carsonist.
(No I'm not.)
Listen to this man, Taylor. He's a national treasure.
2012 is the Mayan year of showing one's lack of awareness by making fun of self-aware people as though they weren't self-aware. Gawker's just getting ahead of the game.
I'm looking forward to such future stories as "Literary Scandal: Barbara Ehrenreich Pretended to be Poor for a Book Project" and "Iggy Pop does Something Unusual and is Old".
When I was younger and wanted to be a Worthwhile Guitarist -- pause for audience laughter -- I discovered Robert Fripp, and liked his work a lot, and took great inspiration in it, and thought I was one of the few to appreciate his value. I then started playing stuff that sounded like him on a surface level, sort of aware that I wasn't really getting it, but hoping if I faked it long enough I could perhaps begin to approximate his awesomeness. Meanwhile, unfortunate audiences had to listen to me publicly demonstrating my hero worship, as I performed away, blissfully unaware that other people were aware of Robert Fripp too and were capable of recognizing that I was ripping him off, either because I wasn't confident enough to have my own voice or because I just didn't have one.
By the time I discovered David Foster Wallace, though, I had learned my lesson.
You get an A!
(Of course, if you'd referred to him as "Dr. Paul" at any point, it would have been A+.)
Jason Torchinsky, you're all right by me.
Angry windshield-eye apologists, history will judge you harshly.
We're in a war for the soul of humanity here, people. Choose your sides wisely.
Curses, you beat me to it.
Clearly a typo. They meant "snugglers".
My 360 Red Ringed the third time I opened the new interface, so meh. Unless GTAV scores some advantage over the PS3 release -- not likely this time around -- I doubt I'll be replacing it.
I've had it since 2007 and used it a lot, so I suppose I should be grateful, all things considered.
I highly recommend the fancy 2 cd re-release from a few years back. It includes edited fragments, slowed-down versions, and backward versions of this and Swastika Girls.
My thoughts too. I'm looking for the hidden joke in linking to Poynter Newswire while calling it "Romenesko", but I just can't find it. Perhaps I need more coffee.
