You know, when I was in college, I thought I was a real smarty-pants for writing not one, but THREE separate term papers on the Simpsons over my four years. I was queen of passing off my fangirl obsessiveness as academic insight. I wish I could have told College Gena that four years later she would be spending every Sunday night writing the ( Read more... )

I did not want to like this song. I wanted to make fun of this song SO badly. Fall Out Boy AND John Mayer? Come on ( Read more... )

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Came across this song today while editing picks, and it's been stuck in my head all day. It's not particularly great (and far as I can tell, the rest of Chow Nasty's stuff is pretty wank-tacular), but that freakin' chorus won't go away. It has that weird, chant-along, cheerleader-esque quality that I find so endearing for some reason (see also, The ( Read more... )

Perhaps. We'll see how this goes.

I came to the realization this week that I've finally completely succumbed to the A.V. Club employee lifestyle, which means 9-5 are just eight hours in a 24-hour work cycle. Now, I'm certainly not complaining about the fact that I can roll into work when I want, roll out when I want, fuck around on blogs all day if ( Read more... )

shoo.