Excerpt from AV Club comments for this past week's episode of 'Louie'

Nouwrasa

24 AUG. 2010 | 11:59 PM CDT

Your avatar pic is really cute, kind of got me thinking why there aren't any black women in Japanese hentai animated films. Course there aren't really any "japanese" women either. There are the occasional black men but aside from Kite: Part 1 where the beautiful female detective fantasized about sleeping with freakishly endowed black partner you only see black men during gang rape scenes. Even in Japanese pornography where American Porn Stars are flown to Japan they are always white girls. I have often masturbated to the classic Bob Clampett warners short "coal black and the seven dwarfs" and feel that an animated remake could bring a greater appreciation of the erotic qualities of black women to Japan. I do not mean to imply that I hope to see Coal Black get gangraped by seven freakishly endowed dwarfs which is a cliched idea. Perhaps if they used the same character design but she was the leader of a mecha freedom force stationed on Jupiters moons and is kidnapped by Earth special forces and is strapped to a wall and erotically electrocuted for hours on end while being shown propaganda footage and is forced to grow a penis (no balls) which is necessary to ejaculate the thousands of ants which live in her uterus (making her look 20 months pregnant) that acts as one giant testicle.

TheZeppo

25 AUG. 2010 | 12:57 AM CDT

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Monster Get Down

25 AUG. 2010 | 12:59 AM CDT

what.

Cheacuka

25 AUG. 2010 | 1:14 AM CDT

I didn't intend to come across as racist, I don't fantasize about witnessing animated black women being raped from a racial standpoint, I feel that cartoon women are idealized perfect women and a true celebration of erotic qualities. Tentacle rape scenes bring out emotions and bodily transformations in women that are impossible to capture in real life and to witness an animated black women have such a fantastical ethereal experience of being filled with gallons of semen and ants it would be a privellige to witness because of my RESPECT for black sexuality and intelligence and that I cannot believe I am witnessing such a thing.

Think if you were to witness Beyonce Knowles being penetrated (arms) by and ejaculated on by a gang of octopi and although at first her pupils contract and she has a look of abject fear like this is a waking nightmare she soon gives in and has many orgasms and you have to tackle her to stop her from swimming back out into the ocean after them when they are finally exhausted and leave, it is because she is such a classy beautiful and intelligent woman that the depravity and surrealness of that situation is so erotic and amazing. If I were racist and was not in awe in her I would not feel there is any fall from grace. I am simply saying I wish that the most pure expression of female sexuality known to man (hentai) would embrace the strong and mysterious sexuality of black women.

Kiopraid

25 AUG. 2010 | 1:23 AM CDT

I want to make it clear that I LOVE BLACK WOMEN! I do find you intimidating though because of your beauty. I tried to check out some books at the library once and the librarian was a pretty black woman and she made a comment about the weather and my face was so read and I was so nervous that I just sputtered and snot started running down my face like I had a cold I had to stare at the floor and she looked at me like i was crazy and I felt so pissed off cause I could tell she thought I was cute at first and I ended up smacking the tower of books to the ground in anger and then sprinting outside and didn't stop for 6 blocks and nearly got hit by a car and I threw up.

TheZeppo

25 AUG. 2010 | 1:26 AM CDT

Sounds like you have too much free time and/or semen on your hands.

Uoufriot

25 AUG. 2010 | 1:30 AM CDT

I am on disability for severe aspergers/autism and anxiety. I used to work in a comic store but too many women complained.

Yep.

A burger. Made entirely of bacon.

Matt Bloom over at Wired.com has posted his harrowing tale of making (and eating) a hamburger (literally) made with only food processed bacon and a single egg for structural stability.

This is most definitely why you're fat.

The article, which is both informative and disgusting, features a video of Bloom eating his caloric crusher to varying degrees of enjoyment.

Notable: the video is shot with an iPhone 4 and looks awesome.

CALZONES

update:

naturally: NPR - What is a 'Massive Heart Attack'?

You know what I've never understood? Why do newspapers always say somebody died of a massive heart attack? Didn't New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner just die of a heart attack? Is it really relevant that it was massive?

It's the same thing as when someone dies in a horrific car accident, or is brutally stabbed in a murder. Aren't fatal car accidents all generally pretty horrific? Isn't a stabbing murder by nature brutal?

#editorialpetpeeves

The Polaris Prize finalists seem awful familiar

The 2010 Polaris shortlist:

• The Besnard Lakes
• Owen Pallet
• BSS
• Radio Radio
• Caribou
• The Sadies
• Karkwa
• Shad
• Dan Mangan
• Tegan and Sara

Does it reflect badly on the prize when the same bands keep showing up on this shortlist every year? I'm all for the concept of the Polaris, awarding artistic merit. And to the prizes credit, the winners have often been smaller bands grinding out original sounds (Miracle Fortress, Fucked Up) but, seriously, every year there are the same 4-5 bands on this short list. Metric is missing because they didn't release anything this year. Stars missed the cut because... uh, well, because their new album is kind of awful.

But the Besnard Lakes are repeat nominees. As are BSS, Final Fantasy/Owen Pallet, Caribou, Shad, Tegan and Sara. That's 6 out of 10!

Maybe the issue is there simply aren't 10 prize-worthy albums released in Canada every year. Let's be honest, if Forgiveness Rock Record or Tegan and Sara when this year's prize, people would be pretty shocked. So why are they even on the list? Another personal complaint, but where's Sarah Harmer? Her new album is wonderful.

On the bright side, I love that the Polaris sheds light on some great, less publicized Canadian artists -- which, let's be honest -- is really the whole point of this exercise.

I'm personally rooting for Dan Mangan's Nice, Nice, Very Nice. Great folk-pop album, strong from start to finish. Mangan's voice comes off as a happy version of Glen Hansard (of The Frames) minus the accent. The songs are tightly written and there isn't much to complain about as Mangan manages to jump from twangy to dreamy without batting an eye nor unsettling the flow of the album.

Smashing snooze on the biological clock

New York Magazine has this really great feature on the modern dilemma of having children. Essentially it explores whether there is a dichotomy between parenting and individual happiness, and the nebulous attempts to define what the hell happiness really is anyways.

Rarely do articles both provoke thought and are relatable these days, but this one indeed hits the mark twice.

Full disclosure: all my friends are having kids. Literally, all of them. By November I'll have known nine couples who had children this year.

I'm obviously not going to foster children any time soon (I haven't quite perfected a-sexual reproduction yet). Still, the mere thought of being a parent induces mild panic attack type reaction from my body.

From the perspective of the species, it’s perfectly unmysterious why people have children. From the perspective of the individual, however, it’s more of a mystery than one might think. Most people assume that having children will make them happier. Yet a wide variety of academic research shows that parents are not happier than their childless peers, and in many cases are less so. This finding is surprisingly consistent, showing up across a range of disciplines.

Despite a sombre title (All Joy and No Fun: Why parents hate parenting) the story is actually patently informative, objective and insightful about the myriad complexities involved with bringing life into the world that so often go untalked about.

A great read whether you want kids, or not, or simply are of the age where this is even an interesting topic.

Inner dialogues #8714: retails awkwardness

Self-admission: I am at times rather self-concious despite my oft tendency to display an absolute and utter lack of shame. These tendencies manifest themselves in irregular ways however.

For example, do you have a certain store that you tend to buy most of your clothes from? Have you ever found yourself in a mall wearing clothes from said store, then confronted with having to possibly go into that store to look around but find yourself kind of embarrassed you would do so wearing essentially their clothes?

I'm not saying this is at all logical. I'm just saying it is a somewhat hilarious twinge that most certainly passes my mind; the momentary fear of judgment from the employees in the store, who surely would be thinking "why is he wearing all clothes from this store? does he think he's a mannequin? what a loser! lollollololrofol".

OR, even worse, when you buy something on sale, and you realize after a few days it was an even better deal than you initially understood, then you want to go back and buy another of the same item in a different colour but you're actually wearing that item at the time. Do you ever think "hmmm... maybe I shouldn't go in and buy those shorts right now, because I'm wearing them, and I don't want to seem like I am so unoriginal that I buy all my shorts from here when they are dirt cheap, even though I really need another pair of shorts because it's so goddamn hot".

Yea, that's the worst.

Threat level: jacinthe

Let's not beat around the bush -- I am concerned for my inner child.

Unlike many abusive parents however, my weapon of choice is more subtle. I am starving that little ingrate to death.

Between looking for jobs, not working and/or working jobs I don't particularly enjoy, there seems to be unrelenting regression in my abilities to create, think, write, imagine, sing, play music, cook, finger paint, sculpturade in Cranium or, in general just do anything involving an iota of original thought.

It is a tide I am struggling to stem, and it does not feel to me like it is merely a trickle. I feel my creativity (and will to be creative) is... you know... leaving me. God, I can't even think of a witty metaphor to describe a very strong exodus. Something water related ideally I suppose, but, you know, whatever.

Fuck it.

My point is, a concerted effort is being undertaken. This is like one of those civic projects where a municipality plunks boatloads of taxpayer money to maintain and refurbish a historical building.

More reading. More music. More more more culture and art and things that will pique my curiosity beyond what songs will be sung on the next episode of Glee.

Also, I'm going to get good at moonwalking. Don't ask why, I'm just going to do it alright?

You should too.

One thousand posts

God, really? It feels like so many more than that. I suppose 1000 thoughts is quite an accumulation, seeing as how it took nearly a decade. To be fair, the last year and the first two years were basically a wash since I didn't spend much time on this site.

Still, pats on the back all around team. You've made it. When do I get my book deal?

C'mon. Read my posts starting from 2001 chronologically and tell me that's not a movie waiting to happen.

For the record, the role of me will be played by Terry Crews.

Gay or Gangsta?

Clarifying untruthiness

Everybody thinks drinking alone is sad, or lonely, or depressing.

But this is totally not true!

Drinking alone is every bit as fun as drinking socially*.

note: keep in mind that being hung over alone is sad, lonely and depressing.

BREAKING NEWS: MILEY CYRUS HATES GLEE

At least, according to the internet, which as we know, is never wrong.

Does this strike anybody else as odd? Perhaps it's because the show purposely defenestrated her song the climb a couple weeks back -- there's always more to the story in Hollywood than we know.

Still, how can anybody who likes music hate all musical theatre? Least yet the irony of her being a Disney star who played a singing sensation for tweens across America?

The most confusing thing to me about Miley Cyrus though? How did she get so popular when she is neither talented nor attractive?

I mean, Hillary Duff may not be the next Ella Fitzgerald, but at least she's La-La Land pretty. Miley Cyrus is a bad singer AND she's kind of a butterface. How did she get famous? A mystery that shall never be solved.

I give her 5 years before she pulls a Debbie Gibson and doffs the clothes for Playboy.

Random television notes

What is the appropriate analogy for watching Idina Menzel and Leah Michelle sing a duet of Pokerface? Thomas Keller and Heston Blumenthal working the grill at a Harvey's? David Lachapelle and Annie Leibovitz being prom photographers?

Community is easily the best sitcom on tv.

I can't believe more people don't watch Breaking Bad.

Mad Men is stylish, Treme is poignant, Dexter treads dark comedy, Friday Night Lights is heart warming and the Pacific is white knuckle action.

Breaking Bad is ALL OF THESE THINGS. It's the best show on tv right now, bar none. Get on that folks.

Pour one out

I shattered my favourite coffee mug today.

Slightly surprised at how sad this makes me.

I love this

Believe it or not, we NEWSWEEKers know what you're saying about us out there. That we're obsolete. That all of our remaining subscribers are dentists. That we lose $28 million a year and are about to be sold to an Israeli billionaire who will inevitably replace the entire staff with IDF robots. To me, it seemed like the wrong time to launch an experiment designed to make us look "with it." "Breaking! From Deathbed, NEWSWEEK Discovers Twitter. Next Up: Bel Biv Devoe." I was not eager to be eviscerated by the Awl.

Andrew Romano, Newsweek writer

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Streets Ahead

Slot Machines and Glee

The latest episode of Glee was basically the one I was waiting for. Like how a slot machine gives you small victories just to keep you interested, tonight's episode was my tiny victory for staying faithful. This must be how Rihanna felt.

Best episode since the pilot in my opinion. If only they could all be as well composed as this week's.

One beef: since when is U2 circa Joshua Tree considered Classic Rock??? What does that make Zepplin or the Stones? Archaic Rock?

Hear me out literally

Backstory: I went to this talk with Sasha Frere-Jones, pop music critic for The New Yorker. He had a little moment where he espoused the virtues of vinyl, quoting a friend who mentioned mp3's were like "a photocopy of a polaroid of a photograph of a picture," or something along those lines. He mentioned that mp3's feature roughly 3 per cent of the musical data on a given tracks master studio recording. This was at once not particularly surprising but also rather slap-in-the-faceish when stated in such blunt terms, kind of like looking at a smokers left lung.

Anyways, this kind of restoked my vinyl fires, which are decidedly on and off like any of my various hobbies.

By no means am I qualified to speak on vinyl. I'm going to anyways.

My modest collection is in single digits if you don't include the castoffs I bourgeoissily stole from my dad. Still, you don't have to be a connoisseur to understand the appeal of the vinyl experience.

First off, because I have such a small record collection to pick from, I listen to the same albums more frequently. The result is a more intimate exposure to music, breeding more familiarity for better or worse. Either way, my relationship with an album -- the physical LP -- is much more tangible. I have to literally select it, and handle it, being careful not to scratch or warp the record in order to make sure I can experience it again in the future. By respecting music's physical manifestation I feel like I learn a greater respect for the music itself indirectly.

Secondly, my record player is not part of my computer, or my tv, or anything else. It is a machine that exists solely to play music, meaning in order to listen to records I have to make a purposeful trip to my stereo. And I can't go anywhere! The music is only going to be perfect in that one spot in between my two speakers. I'm making time to hear these songs, it's not something I'm doing in the background. This record is the main course.

The act of buying a new record is an exciting experience itself. Yes, you can pay for music on iTunes and listen to it, but really that is such a shadow of the fun of buying a LP. You get to go to a store -- a real place! -- surrounded by choices you can casually browse through. Much like adopting a pet, you often have to make a decision about who you're going to take home that day; it has to be an album that you connect with personally in that moment.

All the way home you think about listening to the album. There is no instant gratification here, not unless you have a record player in your car or backpack. The delayed gratification makes the payoff all the sweeter when you finally get home. Even the simple process of having to rip-off plastic wrapping and pulling out a pristine piece of vinyl for the first time is such a special treat compared to double clicking a mouse button.

Thirdly, you can't skip songs. Well, I mean, you can, but it's almost more trouble than it's worth. Get up? Walk all the way across the room? Naaahhh. By essentially forcing yourself to listen to every track, you get to appreciate things that if you had the power to, you might have skipped over and missed. It's almost like forcing yourself to try eating new foods -- you might not like things at first blush but often we are surprised at what ends up growing on us. Music is no exception.

Finally, audio fidelity. As mentioned above, mp3's are a shadow of original studio recordings. We could get into digital vs. analog recordings here, but again, I will never claim expertise in this arena. All I will say is the difference between listening to an LP, the warmth and depth of the music, has a life that cd's -- nevermind mp3's -- cannot replicate. Music sounds more real (as it should in analog) with records, and that just makes listening to it a more enjoyable experience.

Listening to vinyl seems snobby, and it's inconvenient and impractical. Make no mistake about it. But if food has taught us anything it's that quick and easy is not always the best approach. Moreover, eating lunch in your car will never be as enjoyable as sitting down and enjoying a slow cooked meal prepared with love and fresh ingredients.

If we're willing to pay a premium for food this way, shouldn't music be afforded the same latitude?

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