Questions:

I am in the process of building a thing.

Heard this sampled on “24-7" by Madlib/Lord Quas. Thought it was pretty funky and decided to look it up on whosampled.com. Never let anyone tell you the Internet is not useful. 

“He pained, shifting his attention toward the mirror across the road, back into his daydream. The spliff burned his fingers the second he drank, and he tossed it toward the gutter. The smoke burned into his eyes, blinding him.
As he blinked through the tears, the pain began to recede. Back down the promenade and…

Sid Haig as “Quuhod” in Galaxy of Terror (1981). Words to live, and I guess, die by.

Been playing a lot of video games in the lazy windup towards July Fourth, but the one that’s gotten the lion’s share of my attention is the Switch release of Donkey Kong. It’s a perfect port of the arcade original, and to the best of my knowledge, it’s the first console version to feature the cement factory level,…

I need this. 

This is the only game due out next year that I really care about. I just wish they’d called it Soulsborne Samurai. But I guess I’m not in marketing for a good reason.

Movies Orson Welles should have been in. The Black Hole. Repo Man. Meatballs. From September 6, 2011.

Slept all afternoon and skipped lunch, then had a pizza delivered and ate half of it. So now I’m feeling like

Bombarded with spam calls from “Windows Support” all day today. They’re so determined to put malware on my computer that they left three poorly-worded voicemails. The last time this happened, I told the guy I hadn’t owned a Microsoft product in fifteen years, just to see what his response would be. He couldn’t go…

Whip Talk host Zachary has a run-in with some neighborhood teenagers.

Van Morrison with The Band, 1976. The Last Waltz performance, on raw video with no cuts.

I told you it was gonna get weird.

“He doesn’t inspire this kind of music.”

By god I messed up my right ankle something bad the other day. So if you see some weird shit from me over the next couple of days, it’s probably just the pain meds. La la la.

“Well—that paper wasn’t a photograph of any background, after all. What it shewed was simply the monstrous being he was painting on that awful canvas. It was the model he was using—and its background was merely the wall of the cellar studio in minute detail. But by God, Eliot, it was a photograph from life.”

So many different people to be.