I’ve been trying to figure out exactly who or what Kushner’s speaking voice reminds me of and I finally realized it’s the shrieking noise Donald Sutherland’s clone makes at the end of the 1978 remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, only higher-pitched. Roughly equal to fingernails on a chalkboard on the annoyance scale.
Jared screaming at James Woods I FUCK VANKY is going to be stuck in my head all day and, inevitably, as a result, by tonight I will be a slightly different person. Can’t say I’m not worried...
Now, switching gears... Friends, if I may... I’m going to place an advertisement for myself here. To lend the days some shape, I’ve been collaborating with an artist friend on a website. We post short, illustrated horror stories—and our first entry is... “political” overstates it, let’s just say topical. So I thought it might work for some of you.
I’m not promising my writing is as good as Roy’s (obviously) but if you’re looking to be amused for 9-10 minutes, maybe try the one titled “Spring Break Outbreak”—at any rate, the illustrations are boss: www.cannibalcyclops.com
/end of hijack, thanks for your forbearance, apologies to Roy for presuming to use his space this way
The highlight yesterday of the increasingly surreal (and yet predictably corrupt) way that Trump is "managing" the pandemic was his visit to some AZ PPE factory where none of the visitors was masked (natch) but all were wearing safety glasses for some peculiar reason (no working lathes in evidence). And in the background at full blare the factory's speakers were blasting out the theme from the Bond movie "Live and Let Die".
In a plague of hopelessness, one of the most dispiriting things is that 44% of Americans approve of Donald J. Trump (fivethirtyeight aggregate polling as of today). Do they actually see and hear the rambling asshole and his henchtwerp Kushner and deny their own eyes or is it just knee-jerk Republican anti-liberalism? If Trump was just the blowhard uncle at Thanksgiving most people would be looking for an escape plan. It's insane. What is wrong with people? Are they that stupid and manipulatable?
I'm glad that all the kids in my schools who cared a lot about machismo were so loathsome and loathsome in making the point to me that I stopped caring, shored-up relatively early by meeting my future wife who didn't care.
I’ve been trying to figure out exactly who or what Kushner’s speaking voice reminds me of and I finally realized it’s the shrieking noise Donald Sutherland’s clone makes at the end of the 1978 remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, only higher-pitched. Roughly equal to fingernails on a chalkboard on the annoyance scale.
"Hoover" turned out to be a remarkable bit of branding, didn't it?
I'll be honest, I'd be "tween girl with Rhianna tickets" excited if I well, had Rhianna tickets.
Good stuff! I laughed! I cried! I gibbered in terror underneath my desk!
Sir Nose D'Void Of Funk come to life.
The weirdness is strangely appropriate for Drumpf's America but Jared...whoa.
Heineken? Fuck that shit! PABST BLUE RIBBON!
Jared screaming at James Woods I FUCK VANKY is going to be stuck in my head all day and, inevitably, as a result, by tonight I will be a slightly different person. Can’t say I’m not worried...
Now, switching gears... Friends, if I may... I’m going to place an advertisement for myself here. To lend the days some shape, I’ve been collaborating with an artist friend on a website. We post short, illustrated horror stories—and our first entry is... “political” overstates it, let’s just say topical. So I thought it might work for some of you.
I’m not promising my writing is as good as Roy’s (obviously) but if you’re looking to be amused for 9-10 minutes, maybe try the one titled “Spring Break Outbreak”—at any rate, the illustrations are boss: www.cannibalcyclops.com
/end of hijack, thanks for your forbearance, apologies to Roy for presuming to use his space this way
The highlight yesterday of the increasingly surreal (and yet predictably corrupt) way that Trump is "managing" the pandemic was his visit to some AZ PPE factory where none of the visitors was masked (natch) but all were wearing safety glasses for some peculiar reason (no working lathes in evidence). And in the background at full blare the factory's speakers were blasting out the theme from the Bond movie "Live and Let Die".
Yes, you heard that right.
I instinctively slapped the monitor when today's piece opened.
In a plague of hopelessness, one of the most dispiriting things is that 44% of Americans approve of Donald J. Trump (fivethirtyeight aggregate polling as of today). Do they actually see and hear the rambling asshole and his henchtwerp Kushner and deny their own eyes or is it just knee-jerk Republican anti-liberalism? If Trump was just the blowhard uncle at Thanksgiving most people would be looking for an escape plan. It's insane. What is wrong with people? Are they that stupid and manipulatable?
I always think of the Puttin' on the Ritz scene in Young Frankenstein when I see the phrase "man about town". Sorry.
I'm glad that all the kids in my schools who cared a lot about machismo were so loathsome and loathsome in making the point to me that I stopped caring, shored-up relatively early by meeting my future wife who didn't care.