They might be psycho killers but tonight I really don't care

In honor of the snow-ravaged south and Mungo's recent postings, I give you Jens Lekman's immortal Black Cab (you're welcome)!

Silent Treatment

The premise and execution are pretty good. 

Grand Game: "Dead Man Watching" Edition

(UPDATE:  SORRY!  LINK WAS WRONG.... Better?)

There is just so much here. I won't spoil it for you.

Dead Man Watching....NASCAR for 18 months

Oh, I can't resist. "He was the only man who was ever nice to me." Ma'am: He was DEAD.

We are all Secretly Canadian now

The label is knocking it out of the park with its reissues of Nikki Sudden's back catalog. The Swell Maps are now again available on vinyl, CD re-issues have extras like videos and the like. Amazing job.

There is no great stagnation

Every single day of my life I thank the universe with Tebow-ish fervor that I was not doomed to live in an age when THIS was considered entertainment:

Death is not all it's cracked up to be

Wow! Turns out that Hamlet was wrong; death is no sure inoculation against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

For example, you might get snorted up some punk's nose! (what was up with those guys, had they never seen cocaine before?)

Or maybe your body might get snatched out of the grave after 16 months and held for ransom! (would someone really pay ransom for a corpse? Even in Italy?)

Or you might be able to "enjoy" post mortem sex! (I guess it's the ultimate "break-up sex")