How about we comment on a post by replying to it like a real hippie and try actually reading a Pitchfork review once in awhile instead of just using Pitchfork as the cliche for "I'm too cool for school. Even old school." They've really improved their journalistic approach to reviews (by scaling back on the omniscience) and have cleaned up the interface with the site. While I might not agree with it 100, I think the review of Shields is pretty decent. I strongly disagree with most of the reviews on that site, but I have certainly expanded my views on music thanks to P-fork and S-gum.
"By the way, if you're going to be a dick, at least come original." -P-Nut
That's kind of what I mean in terms of doubting Grizzly Bear as an AOTY-type band. I have been a fan for a couple of years, but I still don't really like Yellow House all that much. There are purely brilliant moments on there. Vecktawhatever was a much more satisfying listen (to my ears), and I think that the new album has the potential to be the best work to date. However, my favorite Grizz song (more listens to Shields notwithstanding) to date is Knife (I particularly love the CSS cover, even though I don't care much for CSS). I'm not sure if anything they'll do can top the Blogoteque (sp.?) Takeaway version.
Look, weird but positive exaggerators. How bout this: How about you only get to call five albums "album of the year" on posts. I don't want to abridge anyone's freedom of speech or anything (except for most of you), I would just like a more reasonable dialogue about an album than: WHOA AOTY! fifty times. Fuck, if you were a total asshole with nothing better to do, you might go back and check how many different albums have gotten multiple AOTY! comments from posters this year (hello, underscore). This is a good album. Hell, I am actually starting to believe that Pedro really thinks that it's AOTY. But (Pedro cover your eyes), is Grizzly Bear really an AOTY band? Probably not with all of the new stuff yet to drop and some of the albums that have already come down earlier in the year (and the fact that most of you would slice both nuts off to get a photo op with Anco). Let them have a great album (can we really even compare it to their other work after a couple of "spins"?) and let's discuss. I'll tack on by saying that this sounds immediately like real progress, and I am really interested in seeing whether it still garners AOTY comments in December. But calm the fuck down and act like the judgmental, mopey fucks that most of you are most of the time.
To Ben, et al: Ivet & Pedro are doing it right. If at least one person doesn't claim AOTY at a comment party followed by some quality one-ups-manship from another commenter (good looking out, PAS) then a giant gash appears in the space time continuum suctioning all us hipsters into another dimension where people are not allowed to abuse the shit out of hyperbole or grow mustaches. Just think about that for a minute, BEN. No hyperbole or mustaches. What we gonna do without hyperbole & mustaches, just sit around and drink PBR without hyperbole and mustaches? Cause fuck that. So I, for one, would like to extend gratitude to Ivet & Pedro for doing it proper.
I wanted to not like that on account of my Shandling fetish, but that is the best tooth impersonation that I have ever seen. Even better than the Jerry Lewis chinaman teeth. Good eye, bbj, good eye.
I don't want to ruin it for you, but the blue things are the Indians, but they win (kindof) in this one with the help of the disabled and androids who never seem to die in the other franchise, but just kind of fizzle out conveniently in this one. Total PC bullshit.
How dare you a) imply that an old, old picture of Tony Clifton is Mr. Tigerblood himself. Tony was little more than a no-talent, abusive addict, while Charlie is an accomplished Hollywood star; b) imply that a picture of Mr. Potatohead (of the Toystory trilogy fame) is Mel "Who Wants to Fucking Eat?" Gibson. So he looks different without his movie makeup, who doesn't? (Yeah, I know that these are old links. I was perfectly willing to let you have your fun the first time, but this aggression will not stand.) c) not even reference Alec "Fat Pig" Baldwin, whose idea this was to begin with (check the archives and fix the link, dammit).
Also, there is no verifiable evidence that the woman in those "mom" shorts isn't Miley Cyrus. Also, I thought Amanda Bynes died like two years ago.
First, plb102, I love you and all, but I have been suspicious that you are actually Michael_ (or he is you, but let's not get into that ball of existentialist yarn) for awhile now. At any rate, I already told these fucking downvoters to a) stop downvoting b) especially stop downvoting your alter ego. Since we both know that downfuckers do the opposite of what we reasonable folk ask them, I can see that you really want said downfuckers to continue giving prestige to your alter ego. I guess that there really isn't a point there, except to out you as the voice behind the madness.
Also, why is it that every time Michael_ says he is going to do something (not post here, never come to this site again, stop drinking, commit suicide; really, the list goes on) it just turns out to be some cock tease? Change it up a little, kitty, and kill this character off so that we can get back to enjoying us some rubjohn.
Guys, you are still being a bit harsh. I'm pretty sure that she just saw the President referring to "small business" and misunderstood what he was talking about. . .
Okay, dicks, that really wasn't even the context of the question. It's not like leather-faced, you know she reeks of cigarettes and D&G host lady asked Kim K. to explain the microeconomic climate in the country right now. She basically said, "Hey, Kim, what are the consmoomers buying from your piece of shit store?" (But such a clever name, no? Look me in the balloon eye and tell me you weren't impressed the first time that you heard the store name. I know, you were like, "No way those dumb bitches came up with that themselves." But whatever, it's clever). To which Kim replied, "Well, we are just buying pieces of shit and charging a little less for them. The sheeple are just eating it up. Der, I mean, the shit is quality. It's good shit, but you know. Stuff."
Now, I'll admit that she still sounds like an idiot. Come on, it's Kim K. Did she all of the sudden jump sixty I.Q. points because she swallowed more. . .er, I mean, all I'm saying is that you guys should cut it out with the misleading criticisms of the media and its flunkies.
I hate to even say this, but. . .
I think that he is doing his, "This is how Fred Armisen got his own show" routine, but secretly he is just letting the guys that gave Fred a show that he, Zack Braph, is also game. Comrade Leto is just being a real supportive guy in the spirit of liberal brotherhood, like, "See, Zach will totally Armisen you guys for his own show, too."
Heavy-handed directorial flourish that the entire audience found grating: The red overalls foreshadowed the "accident" all along.
And there you were sitting smugly in your theater seat saying, "Those red overalls look fucking ridiculous." But then M. Night just regulated on your ass. That's why he's M. Night and you're just some pathetic p.o.s. commenting on a blog/social messaging site tangentially related to visual media.
First of all, you guys are wayyy too cynical. Potty Pax is a dope idea. If you lack the I.Q. to choose the appropriate public toilet, this product is a must-have. Just two things, though. Why in the name of God was the poop smeared? I mean, who (other than Mr. Trash, a cat, and a pug) was in there doing that, and where was her chaperone? Second, I feel really disappointed by the citizens at the end of the commercial. The first lady obviously needs Potty Pax because she doesn't know to stay out of public bathrooms, but the other lady just leaves hers in the car (which makes me wonder a) does she know what Potty Pax is for?, b) does she know what the car is for?), and those damn kids are just being cynical smartasses like some other people that I know. . .
And here I thought that the "10 whatever Anco songs" list featured both the author with the least grounded opinion and the comment section most devoid of reasoned thought. . .
Your liberal use of the term "great" is making me question whether I can regard anything that you say as credible, although I couldn't pick a specific Brendan Fraser film out of a line-up of Brendan Fraser films (aren't they all just versions of Encino Man? Look confusedly at the camera, grunt incoherently, deliver groan-inducing punchline, save girl, fight bad guy who we all thought was defeated the first time, win girl who was initially chilly to the idea of making out with Brendan Fraser, roll credits with terrible movie theme)
Downvoting any references to previous downvoting in a negative context. This is a democracy, dammit! No one should be made to feel guilty about his treatment of personified victuals. (Just kidding, I never vote.)
Yeah, but we need one with semi-literate anti-heroes struggling through convoluted plot sequences (replete with dance-offs, club fights, and car chases featuring a representative of every race and ethnicity [and hard-talking driver chicks]) in which Rihanna gets to play an emaciated victim of domestic abuse who is looking for an avenue toward emancipation. Wait, they could just produce a Chris Brown "reality" show.
So many things haunt my brain piece, but for the sake of brevity A) why is the Communications Specialist's name the most difficult to pronounce? B) are they saying Let's Training, like "Let's just both of us approach the incredibly impressionable white lady and force her to spend all of her money." Because that is a very specific scenario. Are we to believe that Pier 1 has a training video for all possible scenarios? Engage the muthafuckin' customer.
No, no, no, lil, you're totally right. I've been a hipster for at least two years. And I really wanted to be a hipster for like 20 before that. I've had the great mustache and everything. I think that we have all made a lifestyle choice and that choice (the defining, unifying quality of those hipsters in the cartoon above) is to sit in judgment at the throne of "life". We all judge with the fear of being judged, so we have created some false alternative in which no one is righteous enough to judge us because we have really put concentrated thought into every aspect of our personhood. This is why hipsterdom is sooooo difficult to i.d. via physical manifestations. The true mark of the hipster is hidden under the messy-on-purpose hairdo. It's not wrong to be a hipster, which is the core of the issue, here. People don't scorn hipsters because they are thoughtful. It's the pretense that proves irksome. Liking something because you have discovered a true value in it despite the consensus doesn't make you wrong. But pretending to like every Animal Collective album more than the next guy does make you wrong (and a giant asshole whose opinion/perspective/original angle is rendered completely invalid by your own selfish desire to love just one fucking thing more than anyone else. Because let's face it, at the root of every cynical asshole is just a little guy like me who has a lot of love to give.).
I feel like those of us who comment things like 'I don't even know what a hipster is.' Or 'What is a hipster, anyway?' Or 'Hipster is so over-utilized as to have rendered it completely meaningless.' are totally hipsters. Oh yeah, and pretending to have like 75% of these bands second albums also puts you into the category.
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