Huh, I actually enjoyed this GJI internet for once. It may be internet nonsense, but it's quality internet nonsense.

Um, yeah, I get the difference. What I'm saying is that there is something the terms also share, which is an overweening douchiness.

Yeah, but the term "woke" has always rubbed me the wrong way, precisely because it has the same smug, self-congratulatory overtones as the more conspiracy-minded versions ("Wake up, sheeple!"). It's like referring to your own opinion as enlightened. Even if you think it, don't say it.

That's…weird. It's a famous, and pretty great, commercial. I'm wracking my brain to figure out what the angry comments would consist of…

Clueless is based on Jane Austen's Emma. Emma winds up with her brother-in-law. In Clueless, brother-in-law becomes ex-step-brother, which kind if seems way ickier, but honestly who cares, I guess.

I've been told on more than one occasion that I look like Keanu Reeves, and also on more than one occasion that I look like Martin Short. The person you are picturing in your head now looks nothing like me.

I snuck into a showing of Aliens when I was 12 years old (or maybe had just turned 13). Knew nothing about it going in. I've seen lots of great movies since, but I doubt anything I see in a theater will quite compare to that experience.

In terms of actual process notes provided in the interview, I have to say I loved this:

Yes, this is what is so amazing about The Host! It's two separate very good movies somehow mashed into one great movie! This almost never works, and it works so well here! I'm very excited about The Host!

I'm so with you on this. Snowpiercer just did not do it for me (and it didn't help that I went in with such high expectations). The people I know who were most into it seemed to particularly respond to the fact that the movie was a screaming allegory for a worldview they already subscribed to. That's fine, I guess,…

Although the movie did make me desperately crave sushi, I didn't think it was really about food. It was about work, the dignity of striving toward a perfection that can't be attained, and way we create meaning. It focused on a single human who had a very particular way of being, but he could just as easily directed…

I remember very little about the movie except that one of the actresses had unshaven armpits, which is kind of amazing when you consider where porn is today.

This week I improvised a farro salad with endive, asparagus, and herbed buttermilk dressing that came out pretty nicely. I think it will make it into the rotation.

Unlike most things that supposedly taste like chicken, guinea pig really does taste like chicken. It's also really bony. You're not missing much.

When I lived in Austin a hundred years, some local arthouse theater showed a 3-D porn flick starring John Holmes. I *think* it was called Disco Dolls in 3-D, but I'm too lazy to google. Anyway, it used the old-school red and green tinted glasses, of course, and it was completely blurry and nausea-inducing for all sort…

These are amazing. I think the bit that most got me was the words "(A Novel)" following the title "Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass"…

I haven't watched enough of the American Office to feel completely confident on this, but my take is that this isn't really true: Brent and Scott share a bunch of characteristics, but they aren't the same character. Or at least, they are in such different circumstances that they may as well be different.

I haven't read it, and comments like this are pretty tedious. There about a billion books available, and I will never get through more than a couple hundred of them in this lifetime. I already know more about Ayn Rand than I know about most authors. Why the fuck would I waste my time on this?

I loved Et Tu, Babe when I read it in college, but I don't think many really consider Leyner the literary equivalent of Wallace. That's not really a knock, it's just there's only so many people writing their generation's Great American Novel. Leyner and George Saunders might be a more natural comparison.

For the same reason you see an Avengers movie: to witness the bombast and spectacle. To indulge in the fantasy that a narcissistic billionaire can keep us safe and make us great again. To join in the collective frenzy of an overweight and over-excited audience, too easily charmed by simplistic narratives to notice the…