Giuseppe Zangara

I have a folder here with a whole bunch of book excerpts of which I am particularly fond. Gravity's Rainbow:

This thread, by the way, is turning into every English department party I've ever been to. And I'm fine with that.

I shouldn't have jerked off before this girl comes over.

I love The Sot-Weed Factor:

I stopped reading after

Aside a handful of episodes, I still haven't watched beyond season three. Should I continue to season four?

Well, this is embarassing.

He didn't call me, though I do think of him in my more private moments.

You could post, without any sense of irony or self-awareness, about how you even though you are doing coke this one time YOU ARE NOT a coke person and are not one of those people who always talk about coke, only to post later about all the other times you do coke.

Look at that. I never double post.

This thread would've had potential had this been addressed to someone who might've brought something back to the thread. Did you think admin could do that?

This thread would've had potential had this been addressed to someone who might've brought something back to the thread. Did you think admin could do that?

Chuck Klosterman

Well, fuck. Scratch that. How 'bout John Barth? Call me Giles-Goat Boy.

She's plenty hot now, but her current look is definitely a pose. It's a foxy pose, sure, but a few years ago she seemed more like a fun, happenin' chick that happened to be really hot than now, what with her calculated sexiness.

It wasn't until someone else pointed it out that I realized both Czech and myself currently share David Foster Wallace-related screennames (in spite of the fact I recognized the source of his "Felonies!" moniker the moment he acquired it, I still didn't make the correlation to how it relates to myself). Even if it goes over the head of most, I'm far too self-conscious to pretend it doesn't phase me. What now? Change my name? Maybe a nice Thomas Pynchon-related handle, in keeping with pomo lit.

Oh yeah, Nelly Furtado would get it and get it hard. I'm more of a sucker for her Whoa, Nelly-era look, though.

So far, only Edwin MacPhisto has supplied a viable solution, given the reasonable assumption that the rabid gunman might also be a sexual deviant.

Imarkout4eldandy has chosen to have his head blown off. If you would like to try a different alternative, turn back to page 3.

Re: Smog, either Red Apple Falls or Dongs of Sevotion. Get both, really. Individual songs worth checking out: Prince Alone in the Studio All Your Women Things To Be of Use Cold Blooded Old Times Hit the Ground Running Dress Sexy at My Funeral Nineteen I Feel Like the Mother of the World

She looks like one of the creatures from The Dark Crystal. Fun fact: Bill Callahan, aka Smog, has fucked both Chan Marshall and Joanna Newsom.

Let's say some rabid gunman, pointing his gun at you, is telling you that, if you don't want to be shot, you have to make out with Donald Rumsfeld. And there he is before you, Donald Rumsfeld, fresh from vomiting after consuming too many oysters. And we're talking a lot of oysters. The gunman doesn't specify whether he will shoot to wound or to kill, or even if he's going to shoot you whether or not you make out with Donald Rumsfeld, who may very well puke again—maybe even while you're making out with him during an embrace that cannot be broken or else the gunman may shoot you for that. Did I mention that you have to make out with Rumsfeld until the gunman tells you to stop? There's no set time limit here; it's all up to his sick, sick whim. What would you do?

Guys, Feist is kinda busted.

I'm shocked to learn they aren't Canadian.

This thread was my first exposure to Midnight Movies. They're pretty bad.