and Colin Firth's The Bell Jar.
and Colin Firth's The Bell Jar.
So you're the guy that Salo movie was made for.
Oh, snap.
I, too, eat Toaster Strudels more regularly now than I was allowed to as a kid. Isn't that what adulthood's about?
If you really don't know what to do with a Jumbo Jack and Two Tacos yet, let me direct you: http://www.youtube.com/watc…
Really? In my undergrad math department, Pi and A Beautiful Mind were unembarrassed favorites. As a prof of mine used to say: "The math's crap, sure, but they capture the feeling of what it's like to be a mathematician."
Jumbaco! Jumbaco!
Don't even, bro.
Here you go: "Ever since I went to see 'Avatar' I have been depressed. Watching the wonderful world of Pandora and all the Na'vi made me want to be one of them. I can't stop thinking about all the things that happened in the film and all of the tears and shivers I got from it. I even contemplate suicide thinking that…
Whatever, jaded Internet dude. That shit is horrifying.
Agreed, it is not interesting. However, art's functional purpose in people's lives is often to give them something that's missing elsewhere, and there are plenty of people—soccer moms, elementary teachers, city council members—whose experience of the world is wholly missing in insubstantial, soothing voices that…
"F-" is a sign that some people (read: music critics) are allowed to get really pissy and irrational about some pretty, inoffensive light pop. Jeez. Train offers up bland vanilla, a bland vanilla that apparently is agreeable to quite a few people—probably something like the same parts of the population who appreciates…
I am Joe's bleeding heart.
This is true, and physicists know this…sort of. I mean, we should all know that the reason that QFT's so fucked is that it's an attempt to talk about infinite-dimensional vector spaces, a little quantum object at each point of the 3-d geometric space.
Nah, just Field of Dreams. Almost.
It appears that, in these latter days, Wyndham's even gained something like respectability. Hey, look: over at the NYRB's winter sale, there's a copy of The Chrysalids—50% percent off, but still at the NYRB, hey. I've read that and Triffids, both worth it.
This is great advice. Now @avclub-3b9be7e15b46c42911f39a4a9e861022:disqus and I will have to see who beats whom to the punch. Thanks, @avclub-6dafab5f86d9e5f32ba9ce303d86098f:disqus!
Counterpoint: Norman Mailer.
Fun fact: I was reading an "Editing for Fiction Writers" book the other day, and Lonesome Dove was their example of awful omniscient narration. Not as in "it was unreadable," but just inasmuch as the POV changes every fucking paragraph. Still, bam, Pulitzer.
@avclub-62ae6d9e1a24836a391716549223464f:disqus I don't know if you're for real or not, but that's the sort of comment I'd seriously expect from a fan of Wanted. Dude, bosses will talk down to you, and that doesn't give you the right to rape or kill them, regardless of whether said boss is a woman or not. Sounds like…