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February 16, 2012
By kinukitty
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Gluey Tart: Yakuza Café

“So you’ve encountered the dragon! You’re lucky to be alive.” That, my friends, is a good one.

January 11, 2012
By kinukitty
Blog, Columns
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Gluey Tart: Valhalla, I Am Coming

I didn’t go to see this movie for the plot (although a serial killer seems egregious even in a movie you fully expect to suck). I went, obviously, because I have a huge crush on Rooney Mara.

Gluey Tart: <i>Tonight’s Take-out Night</i>

September 7, 2011
By kinukitty
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Gluey Tart: Tonight’s Take-out Night

Today’s selection asks the eternal question, “Can a buttoned-up professional hope to fend off a rogue romantic’s aggressive advances … or is the heat of playful passion too enticing to ignore?”

June 30, 2011
By kinukitty
Blog, Columns
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Gluey Tart: Does the Stupidity in My Book Bother You?

I love Steven Tyler. And I pretty much loved his book, Does the Noise in My Head Bother You? (despite the title). It was very entertaining, and many of the things you want in a rock biography. The relative sizes of Aerosmith’s respective dicks, for instance. See? You want to know, right?

June 20, 2011
By kinukitty
Blog, Columns
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Gluey Tart: Rock On, Fan Fic Woman

After years of comfortably not thinking about Stevie Nicks at all, she is back in my life. And since YOU WANT TO KNOW!!!!!!, I will tell you all about it.

May 26, 2011
By kinukitty
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Gluey Tart: Lonesome, Ornery, and Mean

Blu, I will miss you more than I can say. Even thinking about it makes me emo and cross and stabby. Fucking economy. Fucking Stuart Levy. The world is now a darker place. It seems fitting to send Blu off with a column about a release that I kind of love, Crimson Snow.

April 20, 2011
By kinukitty
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Gluey Tart: So Nice I Read It Twice

I wasn’t all that excited about No Touching At All, based on reading the description on the back cover. Life is too short to saddle yourself with some drunk, disgusting asshole, even for the hour or so it takes to read a comic book. But the front cover – well, the front cover is different.