Huh. Maybe combine the two. Set it a little further in the future, and have a Deathrace 2000/Clonus Horror type thing where they clone disliked celebrities and set them loose in suburban America, and teams of people hunt them down in dune buggies for points and kicks!

I never wanted to be a serial killer. You have to worry about not getting caught, it's usually just runaways and hookers anyway, and most actual serial killers seem fairly stupid and just uninteresting as people. Now a spree killer I can see being, running-and-gunning, high-speed chases, bursts of assault-rifle fire…

I'm not sure I want to live in a world where The Killing isn't reliably terrible.

That's like that time my friend tried to throw my Sigue Sigue Sputnik album out his dorm window, just because I knew he much he hated it, so I snuck it and blasted it with his speakers moved to right next to his bed while he was asleep. Well, a little like it - oddly enough, that's the last vinyl album I still own.

Like out of the closet? That ship has sailed, son.

I have no acting skill and zero ambition. I wonder how hard it would be to get a part in one of these things, as I would seem to fit right in?

Is that a thing? I mean, truck stop hookers or even weigh-station hookers I can see. Rest stop hookers are a given. But overpasses are pretty exposed..

In theory, the more you act, the better you get. Some people start really far behind, and many slow down their improvement to sloth-vs-glacier pace almost immediately, but if 50 Centewere in the lead in, say, 10,000 movies, he'd probably become at least as good, as say, any non-Alec of the Baldwins. So give him some…

With sex! You all loved that SUV-fucking in Southland Tales (don't lie and say you didn't, we could see you)! Now Showtime brings you the only thing it knows how to do! Trucks fucking!

Everyone wins!

Zack Snyder would like a word with you!

The problem with the middle class is they're so boring. They work and sleep and do stupid kid stuff and never have time for clever shenanigans like the rich, or to brood and scheme and complain  and get high like the poor. They're the "oh yeah, that guy" of the world.

We got Wood; Frisco Wood.

I saw it as a very young child and remember being quite upset by the ending, since I was hoping he'd get away. I mean like real young, like 6.

Oh, I'm sure there were thousands of notepads with a few lines jotted down, and then abandoned and forgotten.

Hey! Iraq isn't anywhere near Vietnam. Learn to read a map, filthy hippie!

Yeah, I guess. But it feels like a plot contrivance. In my normal experience, hate-filled assholes also tend to be lazy, and again, you only have one night to get your poor-people-murdering in for the whole year. The "hunter fixated on his prey to the exclusion of all else, even his own self-interest and/or survival"…

Belinda Carlisle in The Germs
Sid Vicious in Siouxsie and the Banshees
(both drummers!)

There's just something so passively creepy about Garry Shandling. I don't hate him or anything, but there's nothing about him that says "watch me as the center of a TV show!"

My parents reading texts? Yeah. Wow; people have parents that read texts? I'm so old.