Most of this is reviews for super-ass good books and movies, so if your illiterate or otherwise suck,
you don't have to read it. Or if you don't like some jerk telling you what to think.
I made an invention near the bottom, though.

Californication is the best show I have seen in years. Period. Or menstruation(for you sticklers). Go see it.

I watched another billion movies this week, but here are the good ones - Shake Hands With the Devil, covering the UN peacekeeping force in Rwanda during the Rwandan genocide, especially the decisions and commitments made by Lt. General Romeo Dallaire. It's really good, based so closely off of Dallaire's autobiography that you feel as though Dallaire is your brother, telling you his story.

Another one was the Zach Braff Flick,The Ex. This one just had cripple jokes, nipples and babies, so it's...it's a different type of movie than the Shaking Devil hands one. It's funnier! For one... But yea, it's a good 'un, a lot more crude humor than The Last Kiss(Braff's movie before The Ex), which was still really good.

Have any of you read Craig Clevenger's work? It is nuts. The Contortionist's Handbook is all about a counterfeiter who makes any type of identification, who's under psychiatric evaluation after an OD. The evaluation is the biggest frame in the story, and everything that led up to that point is explained in bits and pieces throughout the novel. Really good.

Clevenger also wrote Dermaphoria, about a designer drug chemist after his entire life got blown up, and tiny bits and pieces of his memory come back to him through an superbly well-described acid trip. Time is pretty shady in this book, and you can skip a few weeks then jump back a month between paragraphs. It's very detailed also, as though it's an INTENSE autobiographical couple of years(months or days, depending on how you look at it). Also really good, I may have liked this one even better then Contortionist's. Only slightly, only slightly.

'Nother really good book, this one by Peter Darbyshire, is this novel Please. The loneliest guy in the world meets other lonely people, and they both pretend that neither of them are as lonely as they feel, while they're lives are terrifyingly devoid of real social interaction. He meets a blind man who takes him to a halfway house, gets a drugged girl thrown at him to take home, and he gets stuck with her, and it just goes on and on into this bizarre rabbit-hole, leading to nowhere. Which isn't such a bad place to be.

Judas, kiss something, oh. Kiss Me, Judas. That's it. By...Will Christopher Baer. Another really good one. This cop gets out of a mental institution, picks up a hooker who had actually picked him and ripped out his heart(metaphorically) and his liver(she surgically removed it instead of ripping it out, but still). He tries to find her, so he can get his damn liver back, and catches up with her. They fall in a sick sea of love, killing people and meeting other people to fuck or kill as they take turns stringing each other on in plans that neither of them follow through on. Story is told by the cop, disgusting and stunted by the array of drugs allowing him to move around after his liver was ripped out and his intestine probably stapled shut to hold a heroin shipment. The guy is barely hanging on to the lowest rung of the ladder, but refuses to let go since he knows the ground isn't beneath him. DAMN. I know. Really, really good book too. This was a good book week thing.

The Hope Vally Hubcap King. Someone wrote this...Google says Sean Murphy. The cover has a Dali parody of hubcaps, and that's the only thing I ever saw on the book. It's really great, too. Thirteen generations, and every man in the main character's life has killed himself. The only one who never did is his Uncle Otto, whom he sets out to find. It become's the strangest sort of Gulliver's Travels, as the main character stumbles upon lost towns and far more lost people. He travels through forests while technology sweeps over the rest of the landscapes. Woo, doggy, good one too.

Last review today, fo rillaz, honky. In the Wild, starring Emile Hirsch. This is a great ol' movie, a true story about this kid who gets fed up with buildings, money and technology. He sets out into the world, hiking and kayaking and building and really living. He meets all these crazy people who help him after they understand what he's really trying to do. Just finding this out about him really helps the people he meets. There are a whole bunch of famous people in the movie that I didn't expect. Vince Vaughn was the biggest surprise, but he's great in it. So is Catherine Keener, and I dunno, other people. REALLY good movie, though. Oh, Jena Malone! Yea, she's his sister. The main character chooses the name Alexander Supertramp, and lives in the real world while he documents insights that actually matter. Check it.

Holy crap, look at all that swag. If you read books or watch movies, you're set. Go wild.

I didn't actually think I'd have anything normal to write about, and I don't have anything besides those review-opinions, so i drew this. It's the coolest:

This i s the SpaceCarRocketPlane, Mark 1. Purple and blue-gray fire as exhaust! How cool is that!

Have any of you read The Girl With the Silver Eyes? Weird teen novel about this girl who has telekinesis, and she finds out it's cause of an experimental drug her mom took while pregnant, so Silver Girl(can't remember names so much, read it at least ten years ago.) goes looking for other people like her. And finds them. That was good. Speaking of telekinesis, I'm gonna watch Escape to Witch Mountain again soon. I remember it rocking when I was five or something.

Now that that crap's out of the way, how are you? Really. Cool. Me too. You said pregnant, right? Not really though, I don't have ovaries. Not even one. I'm at work right now, so I thought it was a perfect time to write this. And show you the SpaceCarRocketPlane Mk. 1. Yeaaa.

If you have some good media to recommend, hit me up.