Love & Radiation

Fri Jul 3
YOU WOULDN’T BE ANNOYED IF YOU WERE DANCING.

Me to my roommate. (via enjoli)

This is my reaction to everyone ever who’s annoyed.

(via neonbear)
(via neonbear)
My friend Matt, who’s been teaching English in Japan for several years now, is apparently drinking ULTRAMAN CIDER right now. I demand Ultraman Cider.
My friend Matt, who’s been teaching English in Japan for several years now, is apparently drinking ULTRAMAN CIDER right now. I demand Ultraman Cider.

Have been consuming wine.

But not drunk enough to think there’s any kind of logic to the plot of Blade—Crap, that’s some bad writing.
comicbooks:

Hal Jordan’s got something to say…



Hal Jordan is a whiny baby. Under no circumstances let him wax on about whatever infantile thing is bothering him.

comicbooks:

Hal Jordan’s got something to say…
Hal Jordan is a whiny baby. Under no circumstances let him wax on about whatever infantile thing is bothering him.

The next four hours of work are mere prelude.

To me running home to

  1. work on my werewolf story, Do They Have Support Groups for the Parents of Werewolves?, which has nearly a finished second draft and is almost ready to hit #3.
  2. download a copy of Guy Maddin’s delightful My Winnipeg, his “docu-fantasia” integrating fiction and non-fiction. My favourite of his films.
  3. bother Ubermichael,
  4. and maybe convince him we need to watch Eraserhead tonight.

I covet inthefade's sushi.

This is not a euphemism.
They represent American youth who love their country, and are glad to fight for it. Wherever crime raises its ugly head to strike with the venom of a maddened rattlesnake, Batman and Robin strike also. And in this very hour, when the Axis criminals are spreading their evil over the world, even within our own land, Batman and Robin stand ready to fight them, to the death. The opening narration to BATMAN, the 1943 serial. Review and discussion of the serial can be found here.

Nearly half-way done Albert Sánchez Piñol's COLD SKIN.

It’s great. It’s this straight-up Lovecraftian episode at the bottom of the world, practically dripping with Sigmund Freud.