PUT THAT DICK IN MY MOUTH!

Holy shit you really do have the mind of a twelve year old.

Yo not to be a humorless killjoy but I saw a review that called Girl Talk "the indie equivalent of Jock Rock Anthems 6" and I thought that was pretty spot-on. FAKE EDIT: Here's the review in question. It sums up my feelings vis a vis Mr. Gillis pretty well, I think. At the same time, though, it's probably not really worth reading since, I mean, really, what's the point of reading a review of Girl Talk? Shit's totally straight-forward and basically critic proof in the way that eg a Nickelback or Creed album is critic proof--the music is so superficial/surface-oriented that if you enjoy it no amount of pointless critical hand-wringing wrt questions of "authenticity" or "aesthetic merit" or whatev is ever going to dissuade you from that enjoyment. It's just not meant to be engaged with in any deep/meaningful way and I don't even know why I'm typing all this shit about a record don't even care about so I'm just going to stop right now.

I'm honestly a little bit offended that you'd assume I haven't already seen it.

Lost in Translation Hey look, it's Scarlett Johannson looking totally hot in her underwear. Also, Bill Murray's best performance. His karaoke rendition of "More Than This" is like the most melancholy shit ever. And that scene where they're just lying in bed watching TV and talking about life and shit? Oh man. I can't watch this movie without being overcome by a feeling of wistful longing.

This is def. the leading candidate for Worst Song of 2008

Caddyshack

La jetée It's less than 30 minutes long and is constructed almost entirely out of still b/w photos and yet it's totally moving and beautiful in ways that no other film is. The whole thing's on YouTube and so if you've got a half hour to kill I'd highly recommend watching it.

Read a book.

Well, yeah, but I expected you to be on some total dada/Outsider Art tip and you can make that shit for less than nothing. Like, just film a pretty girl putting make-up on and add a voiceover of someone reading passages from The 120 Days of Sodom. Intercut with images of dead fish/the Armenian Genocide. Soundtrack with Ornette Coleman.

Hmm, both of those sound way more "normal" than I expected. I'd have guessed that your cinematic vision was more radical than "nihilist Clerks."

Don't worry, there's still plenty of time for the Hawks to totally mishandle the Josh Smith situation.

Your Subway sucks, dude. All the standard one-meat sandwiches are $5 at all the ones around here.

1. The Man in Blak 2. Milky 3. Edwin I almost put Cowboy#s at 3 simply because he's got Illmatic and I think more than a few of Edwin's choices are a tad bit overrated, but in the end the list without Gnarls Barkley on it won out.

It may not be shitty white-boy rapping, but it's still not very good.

Did a Google Image Search for TSM, found this:

FACT: Those people are disgusting heathens who can't appreciate beauty.

I can't believe not a single Björk album was taken in this whole thing. That's inexcusable.

Working at a gas station is cool because it gives you a chance to interact with the absolute dregs of your community.

I do! In theory, at least. Any team with Gerald Wallace, Jason Richardson and Raymond Felton on it should be fun to watch. Larry Brown will probably ruin everything, though.

Marvin doesn't instill the same amount of fear.

I can't help it! Modern media has trained me to be superficial. I'm a product of my environment, a prisoner of circumstance. Pity me.

If a female artist is ugly I find it slightly more difficult to really get behind the music. I mean, I can still enjoy it, but it better be really good. On the flipside, I find I can overlook certain flaws in a song if it's sung by a pretty girl. Am I a disgusting chauvinist pig?

"What's a Girl to Do?" is a p. good song w/ a kick-ass video. Fuck y'all haters.

This all depends on what lane you're in when this happens. If you're in the right or center, then the people riding your ass are retards. If, on the other hand, you're cruising at 65 in the left lane you're a jackass who should get the fuck over and let people by.

The Whigs weren't a third party.