This is my uncanny valley film. I grew up maybe half a mile from where it takes place. These characters houses were between me and the park where I swam and I would have ridden my bike past them all summer. I was maybe ten when this takes place.
This reminds me of a story. Norman Mailer’s publisher had him substitute the word fug in The Naked and the Dead. When Mailer met Dorothy Parker, she said, “So you’re the guy who can’t spell ‘fuck.’”
Imagine telling on yourself this hard by thinking a woman with a wet pussy has a medical condition.
This just in: G/O media to change name of their popular automotive blog to “Jalopniq.”
They could merge it into Cadillac pretty easily under the new naming scheme; just call it “Buiq.”
Gettin’ frisky with my high school boyfriend off a rural dirt road in middle-of-nowhere, and a cop shined a flashlight into the car and caught quite a show — he hadn’t turned on his lights or knocked or anything. He told us to “get dressed and get the fuck out of here.” A few weeks later that same cop caught us on a…
I read Annihilation last year. It was super good. Very different from the movie. Worth it to keep going?
Covid / tetanus hybrid.
He’s an international man of misery.
Man comes from virus hotspot to travel through countries on cusp of pandemic recovery in mobile incubator.
WHAT IS THIS?!?! A PICKUP TRUCK FOR ANTS?!?
Regarding an internal clock, when I was a kid I read a book about an escape plot from a German POW camp, and the English author described an old boarding school trick for waking up at a set time in the middle of the night. Bounce your head on your pillow before going to sleep three times for a 3 AM wakeup, four times…
For me, it’s record stores (or at least it used to be, back when they were a thing). For historical context, I can still remember that in the mall I used to frequent, by the Camelot Music there was a Sears whose bathrooms were fairly easy to locate. Now there’s an old-fashioned sentence.