That Dune 3 trailer hit like spice. Can't wait to see Messiah get adapted, since it's my favorite of the two dune books. Will try to get children read before the movie too.

Reading The Bridge of San Luis Rey and it corresponded almost 1:1 with a story I heard today from a friend about her family. If I can write something half as universal, I think I'll live a happy man.

Reading Saunders' Vigil and I'm realising how easy it is to dupe a reader like me by simply mentioning a variety of delectable foods, ingredients, dishes, etc.

Maybe I'm just hungry.

Every atom in me right now burns for displacement in different directions.

I watched Jay Kelly (2025) high and I think it significantly improved the experience. Baumbach is like Frank Capra if he was deeply unbothered and maybe slightly unknowable.

Ashbery probably hits differently depending on whether it's light or dark outside.

Love that you're embracing your 'Vonnegut doodles in between nuggets of wisdom' era.

Maybe it's an insulation thing in the UK, but I don't appreciate having to go through five different doors just to get from one room to another.

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The Long Walk (2025) is a great bro movie because it gets at the very core of a lot of deep male friendships, which involves, you guessed it, taking long walks together and doing shit like intermittently hanging arms around each other's shoulders.

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Playing a 5 hour noir ambiance white noise video on YouTube while reading the new Pynchon only to realise that it's already it's dark, gloomy, and raining outside my window.

Watching the new Long Way series and as much as I love coming back to the expansive yet intimate adventure feel of the whole thing, it also puts a real fine point on how fun it can be to, you know, have a bunch of money.

a story that gets bogged down in the details. peat fiction

Well, plenty of next things fell through and now I have no clue what to do. Rudderless as a headless chicken. I've also stopped making sense.

Sometimes it feels like all life is, is waiting for the next thing to happen.

The rush I get from a good cracking of my back can only be described as being transported into your dream home for about five seconds.

Reading Stienbeck is like getting an IV drip of concentrated, beautiful life.

For one, it's been 11 days since my last post. Time is moving too fast. I can barely feel it. At the same time, I feel overwhelmed. Is there a name for that? Its almost 3 am. I could cry.

Watched Oliver Stone's Wall Street properly for the first time (fun little Sean Young/Daryl Hannah reunion) but the kicker was reading Roger Ebert's review after and seeing the truth of the last decade of American policy and global economics just out there, plainly laid. Time to watch the sequel ig.

Sleep schedule's fucked because I'm off the grass and dear God I forgot what a nightmare insomnia thought spirals are.

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Wrote a few hundred proper words after a long few weeks and now it feels like the air's back in my lungs. There really is no comparable feeling to that of a story finally starting to lock into place in my head as well as on the page.

Watched Crimson Tide last night, and the movie's definitely aged, but I could still get into it. Can't imagine the electric feeling one would've had seeing it opening night.

Really listened to Another Day in Paradise by Phil Collins right now and I can't imagine how good it must've felt listening to it when it first came out.

Goddamn, women are so beautiful and it sucks that I'm only thinking about my work these days.

Geez, if I wasn't so wasted right now I could've written the next masterpiece, or so I believe.

Maybe it's because I've had some of those moments recently. I don't know. There really is no simple answer to the sucking depression and loneliness of modern existence. But, but, thankfully, there are people, there is still time spent in company, time spent in conversation, which is maybe the point.

I don't know why I don't think about it enough, but Thunderbolts may genuinely be one of the best films of the decade? There's something so oddly intimate and current about it painted on an abstract superhero landscape. It's like sad Thor on overdrive, The Bear distilled, the unsaid truth said well.

I've become the '20 tabs open since forever' guy and I think I don't like it.

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Rewatching The Pheonecian Scheme and it's striking how plainly literary his movies have been since Grand Budapest. Funny and/or serious but always emotionally centered novels, short stories, or prose poems, all tied together by an exploration of the metaphysical edges of film as a narrative medium.

Everyone talking about historical inaccuracies in the new Odyssey adaptation as if the whole thing isn't fiction...? I feel like I'm the crazy one here.

So much of Wes Anderson and Edgar Wright's style of humor comes from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum and it's honestly beautiful.