“He had uncontrolled aggressions of maniacal proportions … He was released on probation and returned to the practice of law.”
That’s just the description of someone who didn’t commit the murders. What the fuck, 1960s Hollywood?
Fifty Shades of Grey (Comment No. 5 of 50)
If you want to convince me to have violent sex with you, probably the worst way to begin setting the mood is with a Kings of Leon song. If you want to convince me to have any kind of sex with you, including that of the “last two humans on earth for the sake of procreation” (sorry to be so heteronormative, friends) variety, probably the worst way to begin setting the mood is with a Kings of Leon song.
I’ve started listening to “Helter Skelter” on Audible at my desk. That way I can bring true crime atrocities to the melange of smut and violence that engages me during the workday. Mix in the fact that I’m reading Infinite Jest on the weekend, and I’m pretty sure I’m the most widely read person I know.
I really enjoyed those Bing search engine commercials in which the actors spew syntactically-related but nonsensical search terms in dialogues. I still never use Bing.
Yesterday, I entered “is a wash” into Google. (I was thinking about the entire month of May, how I lived it and the origin of that phrase.) Google’s secondary, related search terms included “is a washing machine a robot,” a question to which I still don’t know the answer and a question that leaves me feeling uneasy about robots and laundry.
I just now, at 4-o’something in the morning, awake after an unfortunately early sleep — usually being awake now means the promise of early flights and adventures but not so this time — looked up one of my favorite Thoreau phrases, “as if you could kill time without injuring eternity.” I think about it all the time, which thinking has to be either ironic or very non-ironic and completely appropriate. Related search terms included phrases likely entered by lazy high school students (“as if you could kill time without injuring eternity explanation”), but then also, inexplicably, “the cruelest lies are often told in silence.” This is also something to think about (about which to think).
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