As an Other in writing, that movie is so fucking bang-on. It is laser-accurate.

Yup.

“Peacemakers”, Cillian?

Not as much as Israel:

Do you know why Oppenheimer one?

It’s one of the favourite position of the intellectually unserious: “Yes, but this isn’t the shittiest thing. So shut up.”

Look, I can’t be the first guy to do this...

Gritty Dr. Mario, where Mario’s a high-flying plastic surgeon. He’s done Peach’s nose, Daisy’s arse, and one day a drop-dead gorgeous nightclub singer femme-fatale called Pauline drops by wanting a pair of double-Ds installed, only her jealous, idiot gangster boyfriend Wario ain’t too keen on another man groping…

All I give a shit about is my man Jeffrey Wright, who is like the last man in Hollywood who knows how to rock a dinner jack- er, tuxedo.

You heard his work in Psychonauts 2?

I think this was some sort of before and after:

Jesus. Randy might actually need lotion.

You read McDermott’s book, The Forgetting Of Wisdom? He has some trenchant insights about ibises, and the God Of The Street.

World’s bigger than America, mate.

Nah. Paul “Angry, Angry, Little Man” McDermott:

Oh, not just created Robinson Crusoe - he fucking inspired Gulliver’s Travels.

...you’re posting this from the emergency room, aren’t you? 

This is my second-favourite Britney cover.

You sayin’ he needs to break out the silvertip badger?