laikacomehome asked: I’d heard that your short...
neil-gaiman: It’s true. It’ll be directed by the very wonderful John Cameron Mitchell. I talked about it on my blog at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2010/12/in-which-john-cameron-mitchell-meets.html !!!!!!!!!! Not enough words, though I should probably try, given the above.
“Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human... →
“Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being,” he once said. Good writing should help readers to “become less alone inside.” Wallace’s desire to write “morally passionate, passionately moral fiction,” as he put it in a 1996 essay on Dostoyevsky, presented him with a number of…
The Problem with Late-night Sexting →
me: do you know how to make brownies?
or have a good recipe?
i want some in my mouth.
Alexandra: well, usually i just buy a box.
and morgan makes a mean box of brownies.
so i guess, no. i don't have a good recipe.
the thing is, i don't have monies to splurge on a box BUT
i have all the ingredients
so it's like, ugh. you mean i have to BAKE?
Alexandra: yeah. just eat the batter.
can i just fry the batter?
is that a thing that people do?
you will be the first
and you will become famous
me: omg, "joseph hernandez, pioneer of brownies and desserts that can kill you"
Alexandra: now i want that
What would I do without the Internet? →
Gchat conversations with @vlibs
Veronica: you understand what you're unleashing, right...
me: no but i'm okay with that.
i'm along for the ride.
by the end, you're going to need to buy new pants from all the men trying to rip them off
Vulture's Downton Abbey paper doll cutouts →
Sybil’s NOW shirt is so timely, given this.
Things I've learned post-pizza and wine Mondays
Almost every “pick yourself up by the bootstraps” movie from the 90s to the present exclusively feature protagonists seeking careers in the media field. Amirite? Also, how sad I’ve JUST NOW figured it out. Next year, we’ll see a movie a la “Reality Bites” about BLOGGERS. How godawful is that? More edutainment, less vinho verde please.
V-Day Eve, or My Own Private Pity Party
John: How are you?
me: Just ordered a pizza and opened a bottle of wine, settling into THREE hugh grant-driven movies.
so I'm FINE.
I want to throw a dance party.
My Adele playlist on Pandora has somehow become filled with the Four Tops, Otis Redding and Sam Cooke. I’m ok with this—in fact, I love the development—but now my hips are twitching; I just want to jig all night.
My life is punctuated by disappointments.
Only me: I slipped and fell on a condom coming out of the subway. Two blocks later, a kind and attractive fella pointed out it was still stuck to my pant leg. *SIGH*
Inexplicable reason #546 for why I'm...
I made orange chocolate French toast with coffee syrup for breakfast. On a WHIM.