Schroedinger’s last words.

Chuds? 

No one believes me when I say I’ve read IJ three times and I love it. I will read it again this Fall. I know DFW was a right cunt. I know he was pretty studiously curating his own legacy in the last few years. I think that’s one of the reasons he killed himself—he could no longer confirm his own authenticity. But IJ…

“It is the key to modern life. If you are immune to boredom, there is literally nothing you cannot accomplish.”
― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

Please include 500 days of Ivanka-targeting sarcastic appositives, in the style of “moldy, cum-caked Cheeto on the floor of a porn cinema Donald Trump.” Then sell me the t-shirt.

And revolutions, and the impulse to “kill them all.”

Do you hurt so bad you want it to just quit and be over? Everything?

While we’re still no closer to understanding why Hallion used the word “jackpot” instead of something more normal like, “Our ass is on the line,”

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You know how some people on the last day of a week at the beach want to turn in the key, then drive into Wilmington, peruse the upscale craft galleries, and maybe have lunch at that cool restaurant by the river? Well, I’ve always been the sort who wants to get up early, leave the key on the kitchen counter, get in the…

Would a good fight song help? Here’s one of my faves.

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aka, Waffen Barbie

Late reply. Been underwater.

Rereading the Southern Reach trilogy; halfway through the third book now.

You’ll see.

Fake DNA. Sad.

Nahhh... I’m gonna go with a team of Bunny-esque “nurses,” tight white mini-dresses, cute hats, and a vintage Hoover with a long hose and a crevice tool.

I liked “Pee Brain,” from the NY Post.

Love Your Kitties Thread ver. 2.0