Finally, an intro to Steely Dan that isn't coming from your dad after 2 beers

Steely Dan is dad rock. That’s not meant to be disparaging. On the contrary, anyone with any musical knowhow will tell you that Steely Dan rules. But it’s also the exact kind of stuff you’d expect to hear blaring out of a beat-up old boombox while your old man works in the backyard. So, why do dads everywhere feel…

Good dad out here building Transformers with his son

Father’s day is almost here, which means it’s almost time to have that heartfelt five-minute phone call with your dad during which you ask him how he likes the present you sent, he says fine, and then hands the phone to your mom. It’s a truly fulfilling annual experience that’s cherished by fathers and their children…

Wikipedia delicately calls these terrible sitcoms “notable”

With more than 5.2 million articles, Wikipedia is an invaluable resource, whether you’re throwing a term paper together at the last minute, or reassuring yourself Out Of This World was a real thing from your childhood and not a hallucination. We explore some of Wikipedia’s oddities in our 5,326,714-week series, Wiki…

Two very different albums and a podcast that explains the Nielsen ratings

Like so many other fans, I was introduced to Underworld via Trainspotting. The group’s “Born Slippy (NUXX)” and “Dark & Long (Dark Train)” featured prominently in the film, which I absolutely loved as an Anglophile teen. But what really got me into Underworld was going back around that time to check out …

The co-creator of Dads is returning to Fox with a sitcom pilot about not using a cellphone

When someone falls off a horse, it sometimes takes absolutely everything in their power to get back in the saddle. They’re laying in the dirt—ego bruised as badly as anything else—with friends and family hovering up above, telling them it’s OK to let go and to just stay off the horse this time. But no, they get up…

Tragedy mars the second day of SXSW 2014

After what happened in the early hours of Thursday morning on one of SXSW’s main thoroughfares, any sort of “Hey, we saw this band and it was good” recap feels understandably frivolous. Although most of the A.V. Club staff was at Stubb’s on Red River—a block or two from where everything happened—none of us was ever in…