to me though it shows the Los Angeles entertainment industry with a cold, unflinching fascination.

The real deal -- the real Chadwick! -- came into my bookshop a few times this year. My manager and I sort of barely handled it each time.

I don’t think I’m brave enough to do what the article actually suggests.

Yes! The one he keeps getting shot and blown up in each time the day resets! (I’m such a nerd, haha, but I always loved that episode. One of the better ones from the latter seasons.)

Fair enough, lol!

Heh, I know. Sometimes I give benefit of the doubt when I clearly shouldn’t bother. It is pretty damn petty!

I am currently focused on living and enjoying life, not what others think of me or what I look like, so I can’t really relate to taking the time out to get something tattoo’d onto my body for some obscure reason or another.

My business partner/good friend lives right there! Like, a few blocks from it! They live in a lot of the surrounding apartments, too, so I see those buses all the time, and it is fairly unsettling, it’s true. (I also work right across from the Celebrity Center, but there’s way less activity there, which is almost…

I am always here for hating on La La Land, especially such accurate hating on it. Thank you, Bobby.

It’s mostly for money sheltering purposes, near as I can tell. But I live right in the midst of it (east side of Hollywood), so I’m used to it.

Worth noting: repairing a truly valuable/rare antiquarian book actually often devalues it. Depends on the title in question.

I deal professionally in, among other things, antiquarian and collectible books.

If anyone is guilty of this, its you and others saying that I am wrong about so much of the city being based on and built around the Entertainment Industry.

That’s an in-joke name that goes past Breaking Bad, alllll the way back to Gilligan’s previous gig, too, on The X-Files. It was Mulder’s bank. (I love shit like this.)

Hendrix is great! I loved Horrorstor and My Best Friend’s Exorcism, and after lucking into an advance copy of his latest (due out next month), We Sold Our Souls, I can officially declare him one of my favorite contemporary horror authors.

I got an invite to Pillowfort.io last month, but I’ve been too lazy to activate it. I’m thinking I really should give it a solid look, though...

My initial post was in the spirit and tone of this piece and series and a chance for me to blow off some steam. But people are clutching their pearls about it in the most silly way.

Nor should it have. That’s creepy and presumptuous as hell.

Doubling down on stupid things is this insufferable motherfucker’s entire M.O., so... y’know, not at all surprising.

Who wants to read? I don’t understand people who get mad at people who don’t read. Like, who wants to read? All your information could be spoken to you.