notahopeinhell where is my jacket I ordered almost a year ago and paid almost $200 for
Yeah, sure, or Yul Brynner or Patrick Stewart or Don Rickles or Mr. Potato Head, but why make the movies at all?
This book smells really good. Really good.
Adoration I by Ferdinand Hodler (1853-1918)
Not especially. I liked some of the greatest hits just-ok, but 1Q84 made me want to throw punches. I actually like fiction that doesn’t make a lot of literal sense, but I find him inclined sometimes to push it so far that he makes no ALLEGORICAL sense either. Probably my favorite is the book of aum shinrikyo-related interviews.
I read Parasites by Ryu Murakami (the only Murakami for me) and liked it. It’s about how some hackers use an autistic shut-in’s obsession with a sexed up Rachel Maddow type to convince him that he is possessed by a worm whose natural purpose is to help decimate the human population. I can’t think of a really unexpected comic book that I read. Maybe the Picturebox edition of Last of the Mohegans is a good candidate though, it seems to have informed everything Gary Panter ever thought of.
This is so weird and implausible that I don’t think I would get that “point” even if the filmmakers deliberately sought to achieve it through the magic of editing.