I literally didnt recognize her

It’s almost like the character makes a difference. It’s almost like Bella Swan is a terribly written and completely flat character and no actress could have believably put emotion into her portrayal with the lines and motivations they were given. It’s almost like when she’s given a decent character she can give a great performance. IT’S ALMOST LIKE SHE’S AN ACTRESS.

Also, you know, people are allowed to grow. I have zero problem with a young woman starting out a little cautious and then growing in confidence. Just give her the love. 

(I didn’t actually punch her in the face.)

So I turn to my mother’s best friend, I replied, “Me? Oh, I’m great! I’m in the ‘Done with Men Forever’ phase and having a time of it. Traveling a lot lately.”

She says, “Well, you know, they say that’s when you’ll meet someone.”

"Oh yeah?" I smiled. "Poor shit’s got some bad timing, then, meeting me when I have absolutely no interest." And then I punched her in the face.

“I think that a book about a bunch of male teenagers wouldn’t be seen as a male-centric book; it would be seen as a book about the universal human experience.”
Tana French (x)




This is the exact moment I fell in love with Breaking Bad.

This scene man

yeah that plate is broken pretty bad

Remember this part?



if you’ve recently heard sam smith’s version of “fast car,” which is going around a lot of blogs today (including outofficial)—please, please, please, promise me you will go listen to the original version. it’s not a heartfelt jazz cover about reckless love penned by a white british gay guy. it’s one small but important part of a fucking masterpiece of an album about being a dead broke, young black lesbian struggling to survive in a fucked up, racist country, and yet still daring to believe in love, and revolution, and a better life. 

I have absolutely no quibble with discovering great older work through new covers, or even finding room to love both (or many) versions passionately. (I actually really like sam smith’s album, for whatever that’s worth.) 

but in this case the history of the album is really, really important. it was this startlingly specific piece of art that still resonated enough with enough people in 1988 that it sold millions of copies and was nominated for an album of the year grammy. (which she didn’t win, though she she did take home three, including best new artist and best female pop vocal performance for “fast car”—which also went to #3 on the billboard hot 100, which is sort of impossible to believe but true.)

this album was one of those “i didn’t know we could do that” moments in my young life, and if you’ve never heard it before, i hope you’ll take the time to listen now. it holds up well. too well. 

Totally agreed. This album was a big deal. 


So “The Secret Place” is about women. Angry women. Highly functional angry women who aren’t making a big deal out of it, they’ll just be damned if they let the world’s bullshit misogyny get in their way. Which sounds charming, but those of us who actually live it know that it’s more complicated than that.

There are grown up women and child women and old women, and the whole story is being told from the viewpoint of a Not All Men narrator.

At first blush, I was impressed that French was taking on a subject that was so topical, but then I realized that the only reason I thought it was topical is because I’m on Tumblr. Where we talk about it. Then I just started getting damn impressed by how well she’s doing it.

Halfway through. I have theories, nothing for sure solved.


Reblog if you’re part of the feminist illuminati here to take games away from pissbabies.

Heaven forfend I reblog an amusing joke/bait without adding an overlong serious opinion no one cares about.

So this is absolutely something I align with, and I would love to take games away from the obnoxious piss babies, but I also think it’s sad and also funny that the piss babies aren’t happy with the state of games, either, and this whole thing is such a lost opportunity.

The piss babies want their violent rapey games, and they want their journalists to be honest about whether the violent rapey games are good, and I want haunting 3rd person turn-based games with serious story and character-development, and if those games were being produced, then I would want the journalists to be honest about whether they’re good. We both want good games, and honest reporting. But instead we have pretty lousy violent rapey games that aren’t good and almost no 3rd person turn-based games with story and character development, and it seems to me that I have more in common with the piss babies than I do with the gaming industry, so how that common ground turned into sexual harassment toward an indie game developer for maybe having a fling once with a journalist, and death threats to a woman who simply pointed out that most games being produced are kind of violent and rapey, I honestly don’t know.

I want to take gaming away from the piss babies because, honestly, they’re ineffective. They’re alienating their natural allies. They’re making an already-risky industry even harder to succeed in. They don’t even know how to get what they want.


Yes, I WILL be live blogging this novel. Go ahead and block [#tana french] if you want to be excused, though I promise not to spoil.

The protagonist of every Tana French novel always has a case from the past haunting them. The outline of this old case is gruffly summed up in maybe a paragraph in, like, the first chapter. Maybe. It’s just kind of thrown out there with the same shrugging casual tone, and the first time I read her, I was like, oooh. Right. You wench, from the start you set it up. Because later that old case invariably becomes more and more clearly the reason why our hero or heroine is completely jacked up and why they are handling the current situation the way they are, and it all unfolds the further they break down, the more the current case pushes their triggers. Sometimes it works out in the end, sometimes it doesn’t (to great effect) but this is a mystery novelist who specializes in baggage. Her heroes and heroines are straight-faced, hardworking cops and they are the least reliable narrators I have ever seen. 

I know that probably sounds pretty formulaic but it’s more of a framework. Every one of them is crystalline snowflake unique and not all of them survive their arc. So there’s no telling what’s going to go down. No way.

Anyway, it is for this reason that, on page 5 of the first chapter, I hiss a breath. Here it is. Blah blah just worked with her on a case a couple years ago, pay no mind, nothing to see here, nothing to see here. YES.

And you know there is a very good chance that she will end up using this against me. 

Real mystery writers are in a game of wits with their audience, a very knowing, very intentional game, in a way that regular genres don’t come near. And there’s a compatibility question, too. The rules of the game require that the reader be given the information they need to figure it out. With your classics, it’s all about clues and evidence. With French, it’s all about emotional giveaways and psychology. And we are perfectly matched. That is just my sort of thing, and she is just the tiniest bit better at it than I am. Oooo, that Tana French! She infuriates me.

Oh I am just so excited. The first read is the best! I want to relish every page of this.

New Tana French novel came out today. I’d pre-ordered it, of course. 

In the priority of things, in the big picture sense, there aren’t a lot of things that rank STOP EVERYTHING. There are only a few.

Tana French is one of them.





Mallory Ortberg has a voice like an old movie actress. (“Male Novelist Jokes” at the Last Bookstore in LA)

I don’t think it’s unreasonable to say that Mallory Ortberg is one of the funniest writers alive, and a wonderful entertainer.

THIS is the kind of spoken word performance stuff I miss. THIS. Ugh. Love it.


he lit a cigarette. his glass of whiskey lit a cigarette. ‘i can only truly love my dead best friend,’ he said, ‘but not in a gay way. women wouldn’t understand. they’re too gay.’

both of the cigarettes agreed


So I’ve finally hit that stage in my life where an entire day can go by in which I don’t feel like doing anything, so I end up not doing anything at all, aside from reviewing all the things I could do, but don’t do, and yet not wind up depressed about it, really, not at all.

So if I say “an English accent,” that would be a subset of the larger group of “British accents,” right? And, a Scottish accent be a British accent, the way a “Jersey accent” is a kind of American accent? 


I can’t wait until I have enough money to get a tattoo on the front of my thigh because then I’ll be able to take pictures of it in the bathtub and start drinking tea and date a boring guy with a big beard who loves seven inch records and ignores my needs. 

Yes. That’s basically how it goes.