Hopkins said somewhere that the voice was a mix of Capote and Hepburn.

How's life treatin' ya Mr. Monster?

I was hoping/fearing that the headline referred to Herzog.

I think it was Bill Clinton who advised that, if you genuinely think you are the best person for the job, you have to run.

The story I'd always heard was Harris' publisher told him something like "a sequel's GETTING written, if you don't do it, someone else will." I hope he got PAID for those final two.

And the trailer for that first series that never quite was:

Maybe a little something to whet the appetite:

I . . . would kinda like to see Edie Falco do that.

NICE.

The Third Woman

Edited: You know what, fuck it, that's actually a good idea.

Fair enough. I got hung up on Moss for a while.

Glengarry Glen Ross

Which is too bad, because I'm loving the idea of Eight having Professor Jones-style fangirls show up to lectures, Six being chased out by an angry mob of undergrads, and Two just kind of . . . well I don't now what he'd be doing up there, but I'd like to see it.

Bawitdaba would be wasted on these philistine fucks.

He looks like Ron White fucked a radioactive still.

Freddy Got Fingered.

In the Hell panel of The Garden of Earthly Delights, Hieronymus Bosch included a bird-like demon sitting on a toilet, which swallowed the souls of the damned whole and then shit them out.

I first read Hell House perhaps ten years ago. I did not expect a book that old to hit as hard as it did. It was the moment that I finally went "huh, this Matheson guy can write a bit, can't he?"
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