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Jeremy Gordon

I was born in 1988 to two loving parents in Chicago, then did nothing of note until 1999 or 2000 when I started listening to Green Day and using the Internet to play Pokemon with total strangers. Since then, I've come to Northwestern to major in journalism and get poor as hell doing things I like.




Anime Owns, This Kid Doesn’t

Behold my fort of virginity.

Behold my fort of virginity.

Just kidding, anime sucks. It’s easy to love Akira and whatever cuteness Hayao Miyazaki craps out, but anime culture Read More →

It’s Been A While…Since I Blew $60 on Staind Tickets

Aaron Lewis of Staind will be the understudy of Kevin James in "Paul Blart: Mall Cop - The Musical."

Aaron Lewis of Staind will be the understudy of Kevin James in "Paul Blart: Mall Cop - The Musical."

I don’t know what goes on in Upstate New York.  I imagine there are nice houses, nice cars, nice beautiful, and a hell of a lot of cocaine, but what they do Read More →

Stop Caring About The Beatles

What have The Beatles ever done for you?  Nothing, that's what!

What have The Beatles ever done for you? Nothing, that's what!

I own a Beatles t-shirt.  It’s green, has a fuzzy cut out of the band circa the Let It Be sessions on the front, and has some questionable brown patches Read More →

Can Anything Make the Lonely Island Funny?

This is the first thing you see when you get to Hell.

This is the first thing you see when you get to Hell.

The Lonely Island has always seemed to us like a third-rate version of Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job, from the sports parodies to the awkwardness; the difference is that Read More →

What’s the Opposite of a Buzzkill?

butterfinger Emmy and I were recently liberating snacks from our local 7-11 and deciding whether or not to get a small or large bag of Pizza Combos when we came across this horrible mess: BUTTERFINGER BUZZ.  No, it’s not the horrible feeling of being felt up by a fat guy; it’s Nestle’s new product, designed to give you both the caffeine and the chocolate rush in the time it takes you to say, “This is disgusting.”  By that point, the toxic mess will be swamping through your bloodstream, turning you into a sugar-bloated Hulk, one fueled by D-grade ginseng and the sweat of the third world.

Oh, Morrissey…*sigh*

So playful.

So playful. So romantic. So Morrissey.

It took me a while to get into The Smiths, because they are really easy to casually make fun of on account of what a flaming wuss Morrissey seems to be from afar.  Making fun of melodramatically Read More →

The Worst Movie of 2009: Inglourious Basterds

Uh oh, Quentin Tarantino’s making another movie.  Let’s see: Gimmicky dialogue?  Check.  Totally hilarious camp factor?  Check.  Giant cast of characters, several of whom make us go, “Oh, it’s that guy!”?  Check.  Typical self-preening and “homages” (read: rip-offs) of other directors?  Check.  Vomit all over my computer?  Check. Read More →

Insert Star Wars Reference

chewbaccaofaceDark Horse prepares the Star Wars Universe for the most terrified Wookie  ‘O’ face you’ve ever seen in your life.  Hopefully it’s the only Wookie ‘O’ face you’ve ever seen in your life, but I’m not one to say ’cause I just fucking love animated porn.  (That is a bad joke)

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