None of these rumors are confirmed. I don’t find any of them particularly enormous. But none the less they shall be stuffed underneath under the break. Flock with me friends. Read the rumors. Time is a flat circle, but True Detective Season 2 anticipation can be a circle jerk. That ain’t clever, but hey I’m working with a limited capacity.

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This site has already documented the news that getting True Detective season two off the ground is an arduous as fuck process. So it really isn’t surprising that the show’s creator Nick Pizzajaredletto has come out and said he can’t imagine the jam going more than three seasons. That is, until the HBO Monster unleashes what we around the asylum call the Equalizer. You know: a fucking fuck load of cash.

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Looks like the second season of True Detective is going to be the product of intense madness and dedication. I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to say it again. Because I come from a long line of people who lose their minds and repeat their senile blatherings. You’ll know I’ve truly lost it when you find me uttering much like my Nana did, “IS CAT FOOD MADE *FOR* CATS, OR *OF* CATS?!” while wearing nothing but evidence for the effects of gravity on the human body. For now, yeah, I’m just going to repeat this: I don’t envy the people involved in following up the first season of True Detective.

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Matthew McConaughey has said that he’d be up for doing more True Detective. A factoid uttered from his gorgeous mouth that contradicts pretty much everything he said in the press while the show was airing. My two worthless cents? No thanks. Cohle is one of my favorite characters in TV history, and he established his vice-like grip on my heart in a taut eight episodes. As much as I’d like to see his glorious shitstache and gaunt cheek bones one more time, his return would run contrary to so much of what made the show so fucking wonderful in the first place. Let the wonderful coda the season ended on remain its coda.

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Well, I’m glad that True Detective‘s second season doesn’t seem any less bonkers than its first. In addition to letting us know the show will have three leads, creator Nic Pizzolatto has revealed the show is exploring the Psychosphere of California. I have no idea what the fuck this means, but killer. Gnarly.

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Great news, Amazon Prime customers! (Hi!). Well, except for those Amazon Prime customers who have HBO (Hi!). The Prime Service has signed a deal with the Home Box Office to bring a litany of shows to their streaming service. The only caveat? Some select fucking shows aren’t offered. Like you know. Thrones. And True Detective. #SMH as they say.

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ALL THE FUCKING CAPITAL LETTERS FOR THIS ONE. I’m so turnt up (as the hip ones say?) on the wild Mountainous Dew this morning, I don’t even care. (If you can’t tell, I fucking hate myself.) None the less, I’m here to inject your beautiful, mushy ocular-holes with some wonderful True Detective x Hardy Boys cultural mash-up.

‘Cause fuck you, Rust Cohle is eternal.

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Not too much to write about, here. It’s Batman done up in the style of the iconic True Detective credits. Dope as shit. Hot as shit! Shit as shit!

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Jeff Lemire (Trillium, Sweet Tooth, Animal Man, and many more dope works) killing the True Detective artwork game.

Hit the jump for the full gem.

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Double-digits, suckahs!

All y’all haters never thought we’d make it to ten podcasts! And y’know what, I don’t blame you! The fact that Riff Simian has yet to give me a lethal uppercut? The idea that Caffeine Powered hasn’t Diet Mountain Dew’d himself into a cardiac event? The notion that Patrick Bateman’s mobility scooter hasn’t collapsed under his weight?

Miracles. Goddamn miracles. Each and every one of `em.

So cue up our newest mini-miracle and laugh at our mental illnesses. That’s right, this is basically a digital journey into an insane asylum. This podcast’s topics are variegated in the least cohesive sense of the term, with grown men discussing the fourth dimension and Lex Luger and Caff-Pow’s first moment of post-pubescent self-awareness and movies and television.

Oh, we also make video game noises and dramatically read vulgar fiction.

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