From a Rolling Stone interview with Trent Reznor:

Six years ago, you said in Rolling Stone that rock & roll “has taken a big shit.” How do you feel now?

Well, we’ve managed to put rap rock — or, sorry, new metal — back where it belongs, as a forgotten footnote. I’m a bit more optimistic now, but in the alternative-rock world I see a lot of hype over substance. I think Radiohead are great, and Arcade Fire — I saw them live and couldn’t believe how good it was. On the other hand, there’s a band like Franz Ferdinand — all the cool people say they’re good, but it sounds like I’m getting bullshitted by somebody. That’s just my take.

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Watching the final scene of The Shield last night, as Vic Mackey walks alone down the street looking as if he wants to tear somebody apart and then go home to hug his daughter, looking like he’s just suffered betrayal at the hands of his boss and his best friend, not even aware that his ex-wife is falling for a hated colleague…seeing that look on his face while the …Trail Of Dead song “Will You Smile Again?” played just confirmed it for me…this is the best (non-HBO) show on TV, and Mackey is the most interesting and compelling character to come along in years. He’s Tony Soprano without the guilt, Jack Bauer without the patriotic furor, Jimmy McNulty without the self-pity.

That Michael Chiklis doesn’t win an Emmy every year is an absurdity.

Seriously. Freakier than usual.

Habs won last night and won again tonight. I could get used to this.

Just got back from playing basketball. We played for 3 hours, 4 on 4 in a tiny gym. I’m surprised I didn’t further injure my finger (which is still hurting from the last time we played). And hey, no heart attack either, so…everything’s coming up Milhouse.

My fantasy NBA team…well, let’s just say I don’t expect it to do quite as well as my NHL team (which is leading the pack by a healthy margin).

OK, I’m late to the game (it starts in 40 minutes), but I strongly urge everyone in the known universe to take part in Operation BOO Ashlee Simpson.

Get in.

“When I Go Deaf” by Low.

I forgot to mention two things that we noticed at last night’s screening of Saw II:

• I don’t understand people who come to a movie and talk all the way through it. I don’t mean an occasional comment; I mean talking to your wife or boyfriend every 30 seconds. Stay. The fuck. Home. Asshole.
• I already think Johnny Knoxville is a talentless prat, but the trailer for this movie actually offended me. I’m not that easily offended either, so I think it must’ve been the special combination of a) looking *really* cheap and unfunny, b) making fun of mentally challenged people in general and c) mocking special olympians in particular.