i’m glad you enjoyed that ancient post so much.
also please watch MISTER LONELY right away.
not really. one of the (MANY) reasons i’ve never ever really been a full-on cool kid is that, at heart, i’m self-punishing and austere and don’t naturally reach out for things that excite or flatter me. i think either an ex-boyfriend or my dad (sorry, boyfriends, sorry, dad) once said that they could imagine that i could basically live in a bucket and it would be about the same for me as any apartment i’ve ever had. i’m also clumsy and impractical, so crafting something remotely functional would be really difficult for me.
The most important thing was that Fox showed a couple horror movies on weekend afternoons. They had an amazing ad for this that played the song “Shout” (as in “you make me wanna”) with all the money shots from CHILDREN OF THE CORN and HALLOWEEN 3 and shit. If you can find a copy of this ad online I will totally give you something.
That can come after CHEWWITHYOURFUCKINGMOUTHCLOSED.
Yeah, sure, or Yul Brynner or Patrick Stewart or Don Rickles or Mr. Potato Head, but why make the movies at all?
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.
No, I revel in the greatness of my personal identity and my life is a continuous party in my honor.
You got my number, I seriously dream of demolition and garbage.
i know it’s like a foul bauble of man’s vanity
i’m 33 years old, i’m not getting any better at anything. i’m making my boyfriend do it, he accomplishes common tasks in a normal way.