Pootie Tang, one of the funniest and most underrated movies of all time, is on Hulu for free. If you have not seen Pootie Tang, watch Pootie Tang. If you have seen Pootie Tang, you have probably already clicked that link and are anticipating seeing it again. Good on you.
PS: Did you know that Louis CK has apologized for writing Pootie Tang, because he views it as so unsuccessful? That is the very definition of tragedy.
RIP Manute Bol. I wish the “Manute Bol Cruise Line” SNL sketch was online, but it doesn’t appear to be. In a way, that’s a fitting tribute to his understated legacy, but this picture of him and Mugsy will have to do.
– John Brannon of Negative Approach, on witnessing FEAR’s 1981 performance on Saturday Night Live.
I think that of all the things I like about this year’s Celtics team, (The charm of aging superstars, the rise of Rajon Rondo, Ray Allen’s irregular-but-astounding outside game, Tony Allen coming hard off the bench lately and having the same last name as Ray Allen, etc.) I will never quite get over how much I love the fact that Doc Rivers always looks and sounds like he’s about to start crying.
Husker Du - I’ll Never Forget You (Live, 1983, Goofy’s Upper Deck, Minneapolis, MN)
Completely insane version of this song, as performed just a few months before Zen Arcade was recorded. I’ll always be a Grant Hart man (I almost posted “Books About UFOs” on here a couple of days ago, regarding how it’s “the best love song that’s barely a love song,” and which is basically the polar opposite of this), but very little in the HD catalog can hold up to Bob Mould totally losing his mind on this one.
(Thanks to Andrew Earles for finding this.)
1) Think of a dumb, vaguely topical-sounding pun.
2) Google it in quotes.
3) The person whose pun is the title of the most ham-fisted news articles or alarmist books wins.
So far I still haven’t been able to beat the first one i came up with: “The Kids Are All White.”

The Prats - Disco Pope
This is a song from 1980 called “Disco Pope.” I think the oldest member of The Prats was fifteen, and the singer was something like thirteen. Rock and roll really has gotten demonstrably worse.