Weird Al Swearengen

My wife absolutely cannot stand that word, so naturally it became a fun family in-joke.

I think James Austin Johnson has really nailed the weird rambling side of him, but unfortunately, it’s come at a time when it’s really hard to laugh at him.

I was just saying how Darrell Hammond was the better impersonator, but Dana Carvey was the better *impressionist,* and what’s funnier: a portrait or a caricature?

It’s up there with Edge of Etiquette’s “I Hate You” from Star Trek IV for greatest fake punk song, and it’s a crime that neither was more widely covered.

But it’s also adapted from the Margaret Atwood novel of the same name.

I appreciate your insight. I’ve been wondering about this for a while. Hopefully we don’t find out anytime soon.

Do you foresee a time when the band continues without any original members, à la the Drifters, or does it end when Mike decides to stop touring? Seems like Mike could still have a revenue stream in retirement, and if Christian is there, it seems semi-legit.

I was thinking the same. It’s like that trick where you stop in the middle of a sentence.

The Magnetic Fields’ “Abigail, Belle of Kilronan” is like this. Listening to it through headphones is a “banned by the Geneva Convention” level of torture.

Time to set up the pole and cut the sleeves off your shirt, Matty.

Despite all his age, he is still just a brat unassuaged.

I’d like an apology for just about every Cathal Kelly column ever written, so Mr. Bigshot here can just stand in line behind the rest of us, thank you.

He’s pretty great. I love the tricks, but right around the time he got out the stripper pole, I was like, okay, he knows exactly what’s he’s doing here, and good for him.

Also, I realized the other day that blumineck.bsky.social is absolutely a real life cartoon fox Robin Hood.

There’s no way Conservatives don’t hate sexy cartoon fox Robin Hood exactly the same way they hated Justin Trudeau.

“Episode 500: ‘The Everlasting Gaze,’ by Smashing Pumpkins.

Before we begin, this episode contains mention of Billy Corgan.

After the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, President Franklin Roosevelt gave William ‘Wild Bill’ Donovan a directive: marginalize rock music from the culture.”

Jim Messina needs to stay in his lane: recording bangers like “Your Mama Don’t Dance.”

modern day slang is starting to sound like stuff the mutants would say in The Dark Knight Returns. “Leader don’t jestermaxx on Batman. Leader say he mogged Batman”

Prince John and the Sheriff of N.O.T.T. from Rocket Robin Hood

Confused CPC die-hards pictured here.

Now you’re talking.

I call bullshit on him being a lean 165 and looking like the prime specimen he was while still smashing those delicious Twittyburgers.

A close-up of Conway Twitty’s arm, which seems to be turning into wood halfway through.

Is Conway Twitty a cyborg?

Uh, what’s Canada got to do with Robin Hood exactly? Is it the flour? It’s Robin Hood flour, isn’t it?

I hope Jay Leno flips his 1925 Doble E-20 and gets scalded to death by steam while pinned under the wreckage for what he did to Monica Lewinsky.

Let me get this straight: About 5 in 10 are interested in a relationship, and 3 of them are actively dating? So only 2 in 10 are unfuckable loser dorks? My mother was right: I really am special.

It was a huge mistake getting rid of them. I should have at least kept the track lists.

The only one there I actually had on cassette is Concrete Blonde, so I have to pop that in for old time’s sake.

I just think it’s great that they’re eventually coming around!

In a tone like she was defending you or in a tone like she had just noticed?