Seeing as there're seven "reasonable discussions" going after nine days, lemme say that I read about him in Cube Magazine [? — I've got it on the bookshelf, but am not going to look it up, as I'm not that dedicated, and my wife is "playing asleep" due to an argument we had re: whether I should ask for a raise where I…

I hope that you all reflect on your misdeeds and realize that Madonna's pussy, while it probably resembles one of those faux shrunken heads made of goat hide, is beautiful because it belongs to a woman and all women are elegant snowflakes.

From the Shining Twins, dawg.

Then afterwards, you'd ask whether he was involved?

I'm not looking it up or anything, but if memory serves "Bell" was the last name of the founder, or something like that.

There's a Diane Arbus photo of him as a baby, and as she also photographed the twins that Kubrick based the 'Shining' twins on, he's got two degrees of separation from them.  And that's an immaculate pedigree in my book.

Go ahead and admit it — you're looking forward to the inevitable rape scene.

Also, not to get too specific, but if I'm not mistaken the Germans kind of went around the Maginot Line, via Belgium.

Were you not aware that 'Ulysses' is a work of fiction and the author is Joyce?

I find the Leopold series to be superior.

I work with a developmentally disabled person who wears a "Hannibal Lecter"-type mask… maybe I could finagle a finder's fee out of this somehow…

Wearing frothy female suits… a sexy Ed Gein?

The "photographic memory" thing is probably a key wanker-pandering move… peruse the discussions over on Boing Boing and someone claims to have it about every 300 comments.

or "What's that stain on your collar, there?"

IWW, fool!

I'll change my ways now in the hope that, during those last 4.8 years, the docs will prescribe me some sweet pills.

Fante's son isn't a bad writer, either, in the scabrous motherfucker style.

Hey psycho farmer — you can read Bukowski to check out his economy of style, if for no other reason.

No. 2 features Jason's creepy abode AND a scene where he's visible in the background, busting ass across a field. A regular slice of (Jason's) life.

Everybody knows the most important part of playing Zelda
is having a twelve-pack of room temperature Mt. Dew on hand. And maybe some cheese puffs.