

Dear Apple:
Do NOT do it!
Through your indifferent silence, let that parasitic warped megalomaniac get a hint to go fuck itself.
The mad lads did it!
Somewhere between 6:13 and 6:15pm.
“Shave & A Haircut” honk, perhaps?
Take a copper wire, twist it into a nice long coil, then take a rod of magnetized iron and give it the ol’ in-out… in-out… in-out… or something like that-ish?
A Doritos ad!
So you can drift asleep thinking - “Boy, do I feel refreshed!”


mODREN zAMURAI zTORIES . . .


This is some gourmet humor!
Like say… Albert Brooks in the 1980s, or Larry David in the 00s.

I am a simple man. I see one of these Stonss Fonn Stonssing or whatever the fuck his-face-was, even ironically, I downvote and move on. I suggest you do the same.
ON TARGET!!! Hahahaha…!


Picard is way cooler than Kirk
Anyone’s cooler than an erratic old man who throws around the casual insult dismissal “sporto” on his twitter account.
Nobody’s cooler than an old man photographed enjoying life while slurping on a cornetto ice cream cone with his best pal Gandalf.


Stupid CEOs seem to be stupid suckers/marks for so much “corporate astrology”, mesmerized into a greedy stupid stupor by the same old soothing, stupid magic spell: “more automation… less meatbags…”


Ah yes… the ol’ Wittgenstein approach!
The bastard rolled up his sleeves, said “hold this” laterally handing someone his mug of Weiss Hefeweizen, and proceeded to forge a theoretical analysis of theory itself! To boil his work into just one VERY lo-res sentence.
May The Flork Be With You.
The Player Of Games, the second Culture novel, by Iain Banks.
Use Of Weapons by Banks and Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie have been next on the list for ages, too.
(I thought Rushdie would be arid/academic prose, but boy was I wrong about that, The Ground Beneath Her Feet was a true joy to read)


Sunday School playground bullies!


Violating the Prime Snail Directive of Starfleet.


don’t forget the camera work
One element that fits under “creative problem-solving”.
That long subjective camera rush towards Ash (Campbell), the one that continued the cliffhanger end of Evil Dead 1, then lifting Ash and spinning him at high speed… I can deconstruct more or less how they did it - at regular or slow speed, Campbell strapped to a board and on an axes, etc. - but I still can’t wrap my head around the insanely good final result. It’s like… one of the best examples in cinema of something being more than the sum of its’ parts.
That’s like A Bout De Soufflé caliber gourmet shit, Jimmy!


Not for me, but for my son who just entered a school that hands out a lot of homework, I bought him a desk with adjustable motorized height, so he can turn it into a standing desk if he wants, if he gets fidgety.
“Why know why the Earth looked so beautiful?
Because YOU weren’t in it!”
Hey, it’s that guy from Fight Club!