Giuseppe Zangara

How has the thread gone this far without:

The pallor of your skin causes me some concern. What does your diet consist of?

Looking forward to the new Destroyer; that Black Mountain that comes out next month is already floating around the internet and is very, very good. As for the Magnetic Fields...i blew, and I was indifferent or outright disliked the stuff Merritt did either under his own name or the Future Bible Heroes or the Gothic Archies, so that leaves me not caring about anything new from him since 69 Love Songs, which came out eight years ago. My hopes are not high for the new album.

For some reason? REALLY???

Yes, I remember when TheFranchise and DVDSpree would discuss using some random, coked-up, possibly std-infected female as a conduit to their homosexual dalliances.

Wes Anderson has pretty good taste in music, so I doubt that.

Then there's Carl's Jr, which is basically the same restaurant, but located mostly in the western half of the country. As someone who's eaten at both, I really don't consider Hardee's and Carl's Jr. the same. The same corporate umbrella, same trademarks, logos, and some menu items, but a totally different feel. Is one better than the other? As alluded to in the post before this one, I thought their burgers were disgusting.

There's still some down here, but not as many as there once was. I shed not a tear, however; back when I ate fast food, I could only ever stomach their breakfast. Their biscuit-and-gravy platter was something else, lemme tell you.

I laffed.

Then there's Carl's Jr, which is basically the same restaurant, but located mostly in the western half of the country.

Now that I think about it, the sort of bullshit Seth McFarlane has been spewing these past few years has its roots in Get a Life, making that show, for all its oh-wow-how'd-this-ever-get-on-the-air trappings seem less groundbreaking than quaint. Plus, we're living in a post-American Pie society, so Hollywood's been embracing in the lowest of lowbrow humor since the turn of the century, making Get a Life even more a relic.

There's some laughs, but the bizarre and twisted show of my youth—at one point, now or then, would've existed a primetime network live-action tv show wherein one episode the central character befriends a wrathful, vomit-spewing alien? or an episode where that same main character goes crazy(-ier) and stalks the fashion model he's smitten with?—viewed now, through adult eyes, reveals itself as a dreary, sluggishly paced and amateurishly produced exercise in crude surrealism. It was a pretty big letdown, when, a few years back, these came out on dvd and I realized that another beloved childhood favorite was better left as a memory.

I almost made a thread there, but, ya know...why? Volume 2 is currently pulling me $23; there's still 3.5 days left in the auction! Some people will buy any old shit.

Speaking of shitty tv shows, anyone want to buy my two Get a Life dvds? Rare! Out of print! I have them both up on ebay!

THE THREAD

Upon reflection, I find myself more forgiving of Against the Day's flaws, and have actually considered rereading it. But man, that's 1100 pages. Not to say the experience wasn't worthwhile, because it was. That said, Against the Day is an "easier" read than Gravity's Rainbow.

A couple of times the chicken was overcooked. The skin was a dark, ruddy brown.

Earlier this evening, someone from the 843 area code (Charleston, SC) sent me a picture text message. The resolution on the photo was lousy, so I had no idea what I was looking at, even with the caption stating "Bam, turn it sideways." I turned it sideways and I still hadn't a clue what it was. Did Kotz send it? I don't have his new number, so I can only assume.

I'm sure I've expressed this before, but The Plot Against America is wonderful book nearly ruined by that ridiculous deux ex machina that unfolds in the the last 30-something pages. This week, I'm going to start that War and Peace I recently acquired. It's my goal to have it finished by the end of the year. I think I can I think I can I think I can. When I do, it'll officially be the longest book I've ever read. (This edition, minus all the supplemental material, is 1215 pages long. It'll beat out my previous record holder, the 1085 page Against the Day. [However, if the 90+ pages of endnotes at the end of Infinite Jest were converted to 10- or 12-point font, it'd likely surpass the Pynchon novel in terms of length.])

Internet phone? Does he have an iPhone?

When's Kotz coming back to the other place, Czech. You said he would.

Though I had previously seen and held a copy in a bookstore, having this new, hardcover version of War and Peace in my home really impresses me with just how large it is. It's nearly four pounds!

So, tracking my delivery last night, I realized that I had put down the wrong home address—I had entered a conflation of my current and previous address (don't know where my mind was when I did that)—and that my order was being returned to the seller. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of straightening out the address/getting back the package, I called up Amazon's support and cancelled the order. This morning, the order arrived at my door, anyway. I'd already been refunded the $35, so I got these books for free. This ever happen to anyone?

Thank God for Metallica!

The embarassingly misguided appropriation of "nigger" in that song is another reason I hate her. Christ, what a stupid bitch.