Comedy
We're back. Again. We have somewhat of an unprepared start to the episode, but quickly get down to three of Phillip's fantastic Williamsburg Bar Stories - including one about the previously-discussed scourge that is small-head privilege. We segue nicely into a discussion of the proper procedure for thunderstorms (consensus: pour whiskey, put on Boards of Canada, get mad snuggly on the couch). It is revealed that Patrick behaved very uncharacteristically and participated in physical sporting activity. We engage in a very long, nuanced discussion about both the merits and the awful misogyny of 'Yeezus', Kanye West's most recent album. Mac Miller and Earl Sweatshirt are mentioned. Patrick and Colin enthusiastically trumpet the virtues of Pacific Rim (though are unable to remember the name of the lead actor, eventually settling on "Blandy McProtagonist"). Some critical opinions of author Bret Easton Ellis are voiced, namely "FUCK BRET EASTON ELLIS", "FUCK THAT GUY", "WHAT A DICKHEAD", and "DUDE SUCKS, SO HARD". We discuss the great idea that is Snapchat and slam its awful implementation and user interface, and Phillip describes the horrified sensation of realizing that there's a New Cool Teen Trend (namely, Tinder) of which one knows nothing. We top it all off with a good old round of book discussion, covering Tracy Kidder's The Soul of a New Machine, Leslie Valiant's Probably Approximately Correct, and Haruki Murakami's 1Q84. Don't miss the post-episode coda; it's a good one.