When deaf people play Charades, they should have to talk.

I'm thinking of writing a short piece for McSweeney's. It will be a letter firing Jacques Derrida from his job as a hairdresser at Fantastic Sam's.

This is a photo of Guillermo del Toro's house. I'll put the picture under the cut, but goddamn, I'm jealous.

( The Cut. )

Jorge Luis Borges + Alfred Jarry + Umberto Eco + Dan Brown + National Treasure + Nazis! = New thesis idea!?

I'm thinking, if I get an MFA, of applying for writer positions with game developers - writing game scripts and dialog and such.

I'm not much one for watching professional fighting, unless it's lucha libre, but I ran across this UFC fight:

It's essentially Tom 'The Roid Monster' Selleck vs. Hurk Hogan-san, but they are really fucking fighting.

I saw this article about Sikh bobbies wanting bulletproof turbans. It's a valid issue and a solution should be investigated. It's just that the concept of a bulletproof turban is so 1960s spy ridiculous.

This is pretty sweet:

http://usf.catalog.fcla.edu/sf.jsp?Ntt=leech%2C+stephen&Ntk=Author&N=24&Nty=1&S=2241241208668983

I've been hanging out with lit people too much. I'm getting angry at the very existence of Romantic literature, which is just a bunch of bone-idle bourgeoisie pussies whining about how their lives of ease and decadence aren't quite perfect. "Fuck that people are dying of mudfever and hellcough; I can't find a maiden to hold hands with as I ponder ( Read more... )

Crank: High Voltage might be the best film I've ever seen. Run - don't walk - to your local picturehouse.