As we three nerds are prone to do, Ezra, Bullets and I relentlessly exchange Facebook messages about the TV shows that we love. Breaking Bad was the first, which coincidentally also spawned a Blogcat from me, but Game of Thrones, as is probably the case for many of you reading this, is also one of our beloved programs.
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There are two times of year that are widely considered to be the paragon of American athletics. One is in late October, when the World Series is taking place, the NBA and NHL seasons finally kick off, and the NFL is in full swing. The second time occurs at the start of Spring. Actually, it's basically ALL of spring. The Masters. The NFL Draft. 
I'm already excited for the third season of House of Cards, and I've already started re-watching True Detective's inaugural season. They're both made of really good stuff, and I can't get enough of the latter right now. The whole "can people change" philosophy in the Time is a Flat Circle concept is fascinating. I could watch the sweeping camera shots of the Louisiana Bayou landscape for hours. But 
I don't share this anecdote because I want the world to share in my adulation for the song - you'd need an inaccessible combination of nostalgia and inane humor - but instead, because it got me thinking about my old, mostly high-school, days of recording rap. Really, and more specifically, the upstate-New York hip-hop sensation, Demon Snow Squad. 
I bought my overpriced Playstation 3 during the winter break of my collegiate Freshman year. In late October of this year (2013), it finally died when my girlfriend and I were using it to watch Netflix. The yellow light of death. It was heartbreaking at the time, to tell you the truth.
I hung onto the machine for a few more months, turning it 
Thanksgiving is one of our nation's most beloved holidays. This is the case for myriad reasons, most of them recognizable. It's an excuse to get together with family and friends to reconnect and to be grateful, at least theoretically, for all of our blessings. It's one of the two holidays each year (along with Christmas) that gets us a second day 
I recently re-watched Breaking Bad's series finale, and it got me thinking. Don't worry, this won't be an article about the show - we've already spilled a ton of words on that particular subject. But I do want to briefly touch on the show's closing episode, as it provides some good context for a discussion around the motivational forces behind 
Marshall Mathers released his 8th full-length studio album, The Marshall Mathers LP 2, on November 5th, this past Tuesday. It is a sequel, or rather an alleged continuation, of The Marshall Mathers LP, his most successful record, which I consider to be the greatest rap album of all time. I'll use this Blogcat to provide my opinions on the recent 
Everybody who knows me well understands that, while the music to which I listen is almost exclusively rap (Tenacious D and the Book of Mormon soundtrack aside!), Eminem stands apart. Don't get me wrong - I'm a big fan of the work of many other rappers. Illmatic. Enter the 36 Chambers. Ready to Die. Reasonable Doubt. Drought 3. 
I'm not exactly sure what made me want to write about Calvin & Hobbes. Talk about a train of thought beginning to a Blogcat!
Ahh, now I remember. Right around the time (mid-August) my girlfriend and I moved into our new apartment, Breaking Bad was at the forefront of my mind, as the final 8 episodes were in the midst of airing. As we were -
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