A good way to make sure everyone likes you is to often say things like: “If you’ve never seen Godard’s Le Mépris than you’re a savage who doesn’t fucking know anything.”

The train home shall be arriving NEVER.

Anybody want to play tumblr Battleship?

I have a very particular set of skills: E6!

What if you cut a hole in the back of a fanny pack and then asked a buddy of yours to get something out of it and your penis was inside the fanny pack. APRIL FOOLS!

I don’t own this bookstore, but I consider it mine.

One book I really liked but have never recommended or given to anyone is Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney.

It’s very 80s. But it has a real energy about it. It’s also one of the only serious novels I know that’s in the second person.

The opening sentence is:

You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning.

Moreland: I’m just a humble motherfucker with a big-ass dick.

Freamon: You give yourself too much credit.

Moreland: Okay then. I ain’t that humble.

I give people books a lot.

I think I’m really good at it.