Plus given that it's manga, I did a triple take at the phrase "self-insertion fanfic."

My thinking on Al and Hawkeye: Al sees Hawkeye as the one element of Adams' old life that Adams won't let go of. So H keeps Adams from being entirely Al's.

Two has been working great for me.

We are dwarves, in the company of a giant.

All of these are brilliant, but I would so watch "Farnum, P.I." Imagine E.B. questioning two bikini babes at a beach bar, still in his full "Deadwood" finery in 85o Hawaii weather, nervously avoiding eye contact and taking 10 minutes to craft a flowery and condescending way to ask, "Did you see the man with the gun?"…

Wouldn't have known about it myself if you or someone here hadn't mentioned it, so consider it a cheerfully returned favor.

Al's monologue to the Chief's head
can be found here, if this is the one you mean:

Earlier in that exchange, she mentions piloting a steamboat. Assuming she wasn't snowing Adams in the sense of, "What do you give a fuck what I was doing?" by throwing some unlikely profession at him, maybe she was undercover for the Pinkertons, digging dirt on someone?

Arkham Kings—Enjoy a smoke in Lovecraft Country.

Yes—I'm still trying to recall whether they analyzed all menthol cig ads, or cig ads in general, but there was such a breakdown of the subtexts of various print campaigns. Viewed in series like that, it was tough not to see the pattern.

Kaythekay, I vaguely recall a SPY Magazine article that did a similar analysis of Newport ads. Or maybe it was mentholated cig mag ads in general. What about fake mint flavor makes men into double-teaming fuck magnets?

I think Jack the K snuck one in between frames Z240 and Z313 of the Zapruder film. He was grabbing his throat because the butt irritated his "T-Zone."

During the Schwarzenegger snorefest "Eraser," while Arnie and, er, whoever the female costar was, were fleeing from some imminent danger, someone yelled, "RUN! GET TO DE CHOPPAH!"

There's a place where young men go,
To screw their troubles away,
And they call it Cougar Town,
Where the young broke-dicks stray.

Holy crow, Nollvane — "Pac-Man Fever" was the first album _I_ ever owned too. Nobody else I knew as a kid even knew what the hell it was. I guess this is what it sounds like when . . . doves . . . cry (burst into tears)

And that's the end of that chapter!

I am the Nexus One,
I want more life, fucker, I ain't done, YEAH!

Dick Cavett Born

Someone's in for a free fuck!

Tinsel, I can't watch that film again precisely because of how greatly that scene upset me. Good call.