During high school, I became really entranced (is the word?) by Nabokov, and I followed Brian Boyd's commentaries like Scripture. I read Boyd's book, On the Origin of Stories, which really opened my eyes to the various forms in which animals, not just humans, tell stories. And, rather than making the retelling of…

GlennClark, GlennBruce

It's that damn Batman. He's so hot right now.

Yes, always.

Man of Steel: Through a Heart of Glass, Darkly

Man of Steel: Central Park after Clark…Kent demolishes it, in the Dark, after it Rises…what do you mean too convoluted?

I have no idea where to post this but I recently received a considerable amount of money and an island but have no way to access it. I'm looking for a way to transport me and a friend there in a rather uncomfortable and relatively-slow vehicle, but I haven't a clue where to look.

Maybe they're carried away by some kind of avian traveler.

What the fuck is that thing where the grade is supposed to go? What unholy beast has the new site finally spawned, slouching towards Bethlehem to be scorned.

Reminds me too much of Umberto Eco's essay on why porn films have storylines.

I blew milk out my nose. And I wasn't even drinking milk.

A-
I'm glad I was able to stay awake through an entire episode for the first time in weeks (even though I'm on my 3rd sleepless night).
Must. Follow. Herd-Mind.

Yes, I don't care if the characters are bland and one-dimensional, if the stories are just a bastard recycling of old FF stories and if the battle-system has gotten worse and worse since the original, I want to have another smash-fest with Sephiroth! (that may have come out wrong)

NYAAAOOOOOUUUUHHHHHH
(Doctor Who theme begins)

I was going for Calvino to compensate for the fact that I've never watched Stargate/Star Trek/(insert beloved sci-fi series that isn't Firefly; yes, even X-Files)

We gave them everything, intelligence, our strengths, our weaknesses; and in turn, we are denied pity or mercy!

Because of course there is.

TLC became a hard-core pornography network so gradually, I hardly noticed it.

Ah, I missed the part with the posters. I was pretty drunk myself.

I thought the implication was that the Whitfield he remembered was /white/ and he realized his mistake the moment the real Whitfield stepped out of the car.