I want Nick Mirov’s job: the most entertaining part of Pitchfork lately has been the reader mail, since the site has obviously hit that critical mass of readership where it gets flowery and indignant letters from people who secretly wish they were rock critics, too. Also, the one side benefit of its endless parade of indie-no-mark-side-project reviews is that members of the bands themselves write in to the mag to complain with, as they say, hilarious consequences.