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Hey, 2016? You need to leave us a few music legends. You can’t take them all in the same year. I cannot abide a world where both David Bowie and Prince die within months of each other.
I remember being 11 or 12 and obsessively watching MTV in hopes of seeing the video for “7.” I remember laughing at “Batdance.” “1999” was ubiquitous the closer we got to December 31, 1999. I can’t tell you how many times I danced to “When Doves Cry” at goth clubs across the Denver Metro area. But some of my favorite songs are off the Diamonds and Pearls album. Songs like “Thunder,” “Daddy Pop,” and, of course, “Gett Off.”
Some people are just special. Special, uber talented, and operating on a level most of us cannot see let alone fathom. Prince was one of these people. RIP, Prince. The world is a little less purple now.
Apologies for the tardiness of this review. I was out of town for the week and didn’t get a chance to do any reviewing. I fell asleep watching Forensic Files at least three times, though. Those were some fun dreams.

Happy new year! Before I get into my review of this episode, I wanted to say a big THANK YOU to you, the reader. Yes, YOU. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this, though Gotham, and through whatever other nonsense I’ve posted in this tiny corner of the interwebs. Thank you if you clicked here by accident one time, or just started reading yesterday, or have been with me from day one. THANK YOU.
In 2015, my blog received just over 10,000 views. Ten thousand. For someone who didn’t even clear 300 views in 2014, this is a huge deal. I never thought I’d get over 10,000 views! To be honest, I never thought I’d get more than 10. I know my view number might not be a big deal in the grand scheme of the Internet as a whole, but it’s a big fucking deal to me. I could not be more grateful. I cannot thank you all enough. You are the best.

Today is December 19 and Christmas is less than a week away. I know this will shock everyone, but I’m not a particularly religious person. But there are two things I absolutely must do every Christmas season or it’s just not Christmas to me. They are – make italian cookies to eat on Christmas morning, and post the animated version of Patton Oswalt’s “Christmas Shoes” bit. Merry Christmas.
In this cold open of the Gilmore Girls, Luke hates babies and Taylor has decided to wear a dead possum on his head. (R.I.P. rodent.)
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