Huh. I can see how that wouldn't be what you might have wanted...at the same time, I wonder if he was talking about himself.
Lukewarm and transparent - like most people, Henry (is).
He has certainly said stuff like that about himself in the stuff I've heard.
One flash of this came in the first episode I watched, where he interviewed Oliver Stone. Stone came in and made some comment about feeling like a child because the overstuffed chair they sat him in was really the size of a loveseat. (Kevin Smith quite cutely just curled up in it)
Henry was totally thrown and went on to fumble some apology...'we. have. um. big. chairs. um.' And then caught himself being a total pratt. The look on his face was something like 'what a dick am I?'
From the "things could be worse" department....
At least we're not all on Mars. Mars currently has a dust storm that's thousands of miles wide. Occasionally Mars will get a dust storm that covers the entire planet.
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This was the thing when I was in Vegas -- sure, it was 106, which is hot as hell. But (a) dry heat, and (b) icy cold a/c everywhere. I was really only actively hot for minutes at a time.
Avoid DC at all costs - it's just as bad, possibly worse. As one writer described the air quality in the summer, "it's like trying to breathe clam broth."
Oy. VEY. Todd, have you been outside? I just took Bartleby out and nearly got thrown to the ground by the weight of the air.
I'm feeling like trundling down the block for a snack but I'm afraid I might need a rescue squad before I get back. Sheesh.
It's only 85-90 or so here, but we've got 72% humidity, so it's like being shoved into a crappy sauna every time you go outside.
Combining the Bitches' YouTube frenzy with the Rollins discussion, I present one my my favorite early '90s videos: 3rd Base - "Pop Goes The Weasel". Check out who plays Vanilla Ice.
Henry Rollins once bit my sister.
Worst. Comic. Evah?
I Shall Destroy All the Civilized Planets!
I've just finished "I Shall Destroy All the Civilized Planets!" Paul Karasik's anthology of comics by Fletcher Hanks.
Fletcher Hanks is a mysterious and obscure figure in comics history, the creator of WWII-era strips like "Stardust the Super Wizard" and "Fantomah: Mystery Woman of the Jungle." These strips were beyond terrible, filled with a kind of idiotic energy. Each panel tops the previous panel for freakish goofiness, each strip surpasses the previous strip for mind-croggling ham-fistedness.
Hanks's characters have seemingly unlimited powers (and extremely quirky anatomy), and yet they always seem to turn up after some racial bad guy (these heroes fight Kurds, "slant eyes" and shylock-looking Jews, among others) kills thousands of people. Then they tear them apart limb from limb in bloody revenge.
The link has the description of the plot of one of the comics - it's mind-bogglingly bad. Also, four panels to look at....
("mind-bogglingly" - is that a word? that one can say out loud?)
An aardvaark bit MY brother.
When I watched that 'Pop Goes the Weasel" video, I momentarily thought, 'Why are there all those ferrets in the video? Were ferrets even popular as pets then?" And then I realized they were weasels!
