hook me up.

'I consider this shit an excellent use of my tax dollars,' Nick says, rattling a bottle of ProVigil. 'It helps keep people from going werewolf around hour 50.'

I like the cut of this gentleman's jib.



Oh, my God, you know the fucking war, right? The liberation, the occupation, whatever? And the Palestinians, right? And the Israelis and the Muslims and Hindus and all the hate and the fucking guns and the bombs and the, uh, the, uh, you know, all the children with their legs blown off by land mines in Afghanistan, right? You see what I'm saying? I mean, you all know, you've all seen like a million times that one picture of that little boy from Afghanistan, right? And he's in his little purple robe, with his little white sheepherder's hat, and his little Christmas Carol, um, what do you call it? His Tiny Tim crutches, you know, right?

Ugh, cokeparty misanthropy-hangover flashbacks.

This sort of highly-specific, dynamic little micro-society tale reminds me a lot of what William Gibson always tries to make sound future-realistic but never quite manages.

Sounds like they spent thousands of dollars on a 4 day tear and will hardly have a memory of any of it.

I'm honestly glad meth wasn't around in my experimental days

can't finish this now, but sounds interesting.

Oh, my God, you know the fucking war, right? The liberation, the occupation, whatever? And the Palestinians, right? And the Israelis and the Muslims and Hindus and all the hate and the fucking guns and the bombs and the, uh, the, uh, you know, all the children with their legs blown off by land mines in Afghanistan, right?

i have no doubt that i'll want to neckpunch the rest of these people after reading.

In the living room, Nick is seated across a marble chess set from Jason, a landscape architect wearing orange-tinted sunglasses. Surrounded by computer printouts, the pair have been playing for hours, re-creating 1997's epic seven-game rematch between world chess champion Garry Kasparov and the IBM computer Deep Blue move for move, playing each game all the way through, precisely as it was played by man against machine.

'This is so intense,' declares Jason. 'It's like I know what the computer was thinking.'

haha, so fucking good.