Ana

It’s been a really awful year in many respects but getting to see that a copy of my cover story on Maggot Brain (which came out toward the end of 2020) made it into George Clinton’s hands was quite the highlight.

The Marquis de Sod is one of the funniest things I have ever read and his wife being named Blodwen is next-level shit. I need Tim Robinson and Sam Richardson to make these commercials.

This is beautiful American cinema in every way.

I’ve never even seen an Ari Aster film (sue me) but I’m bizarrely enraptured listening to him talk about his formative love of Rocko’s Modern Life on the Miller’s Crossing episode of @blankcheckpod, just a pure messy hodgepodge of Stuff I Like.

Wow, just saw my first Labubu in the real world hanging off someone's backpack, feels like I stared into the eye of a mysterious god with unchecked power.

we were simply at different stages in life. she was ready to settle down. i was trapped in the mirror dimension

It’s perfectly valid and fine for us to disagree on what is and isn’t good, but it’s always annoying to see comments like, “Why are people pretending to like this crap?” We’re not teenagers. No one is pretending. It’s all very likable stuff for a certain type of reader.

Pynchon really has a way with his first sentence (and then also every sentence to follow). Opened up The Crying of Lot 49 on a whim and immediately wanted to reread it.

My American culture.

I guess this is my bit now.

Liminal zone at the Detroit Public Library.

How many of us spent over a decade thinking the cat was named Virtue? I didn't see that second T until YEARS after the peak of my interest in the Weakerthans. (I'm no longer a huge fan of John K. Samson's voice but the tunes otherwise mostly hold up for me!)

The breeze faintly blowing against my bare arms as I walk around a once-familiar place is sending me into an existential spiral.

Sweaty-ass Stellan Skarsgård.

I went to see the 2003 remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre with a couple friends but I was so freaked out just thinking about it (having never even seen the original) that I left after ten minutes and watched Scary Movie 3 instead.

I met my first boyfriend in the comments section of the Of Montreal Livejournal community. He introduced me to Jens Lekman, I took him to see Islands. It was all very disgustingly twee, until he up and died. His birthday is next weekend and I am thinking about him again. 💔

The unbelievable thing about season 5 is not that McNulty would stage a serial killer (or even that Lester would go along w/it) but that either of them could possibly think it would have any effect on the broader system of policing, the failures of which they are most acquainted.

When I read "Day-Glo orange, near-ultraviolet purple, some acid green, and a little magenta," can't help but hear it in some bastardized version of Berman's cadence when he recites most of those same colors in "Margaritas at the Mall."

Why does this feel SO sinister