Generally when literature alludes to other media—Facebook, texting, film, the song “Hey, Soul Sister” by Train—my first reaction is to cringe. At its worst these mentions feel unnatural, lazy—the author’s gawky attempt to connect to the modern world or to an artistic tradition by simply referencing
File this one under “nexus of things about which only Clay gives a shit”: Drake vomited out three dope tracks over the weekend, one of which (“Cha Cha”) is a slinky, seven-minute ode to a romance gone sour. Its backing track may sound familiar to Mario completists; it’s the stage-select music from S
For millions of college freshmen still living in the dorm room, Mario Kart isn’t merely a family-friendly kart racer featuring banana peel bloopers and a road-hogging anthropomorphous fungi. It is also a great way to get shit-faced. So with Mario Kart 8 releasing today Wii U, right before the weeken
