Morning, folks! I normally do this thing on Mondays, but over the weekend I saw a trailer for The Human Centipede and have spent the last two days reconciling my sense of the world with the existence of such a film.
Speaking of horror flicks, the BP’s live feed of the ruptured oil well is [...]

This Saturday, hipsters nationwide will saddle up their fixie riders and head down to their local vinyl outlet for Record Store Day. The holiday, created two years ago by a coalition of well-connected romantics (presumably while smoking a peach hookah and watching Empire Records), celebrates the culture of indie record emporia in the face of [...]