p.s. Hey. ** Sheree Rose, Hi, Sheree! Thank you! Thrilled to have you and Bob in there. Love, me. ** The Black Prince, Hey. G. There were a few queasiness-makers even for me, its responsible one. It is a bit complicated for a foreigner to get vaccinated, but perhaps not too. I’m investigating. They have a 40 day wait here between the first and second shots, so, given my theoretical traveling plans, I need to get the first one ASAP. Eek. Thanks about ‘Try’. I used to hate dialogue and kept it to an absolute minimum in my fiction, but maybe since writing Gisele Vienne’s theatre pieces and the movie scripts, I’m kind of into it. Zac and I are co-writing a novella that’s about 99.2% dialogue. [heart like a bubble machine emoji] ** David Ehrenstein, I’ll maybe go find that. Late happy b’day to the great Mr. A, who I have strangely never done a blog Day about, now that I think it. Weird. On it. ** Misanthrope, Shit = death? That’s curious. Or maybe not. Seems Bataille-ian or something. For some reason I’ve hated carbonated drinks since I was born. I think I took a single sip of Coke when I was five years old or something and that’s it. Have you mastered Fripp’s solo in ‘Baby’s On Fire’ yet? If so, you are officially a guitar god. So you have a Fender. When I was a teen I had a gold, metal flake solid body Les Paul. ** Bill, Hi, B. Charmed to have charmed you. Uh, I don’t think that ‘Hunger’ thing was in ‘Shit’. Maybe I spaced, or maybe there wasn’t a clip of it? ** Billy, Hi, Billy! Welcome, lovely to meet you! I am a fan of James Purdy. I’m not an ultra-passioinate fan like a bunch of my fellow writer friends are, but yes, I am. I’m guessing you’re a fan? No, I never worry about internet addiction. Whenever I have a project, whether it’s a novel or film or a gif novel or whatever, including the blog, I always am super focused and dedicated to it. It’s just that the blog takes an endless amount of work. But it doesn’t feel like an addiction, or maybe I mean it doesn’t feel any more addictive than writing novels. Why do you ask? It’s not a rude question whatsoever, no. Yes, I still live in Paris. Technically I live in both Paris and LA, but I’m hardly in the latter, especially since you-know-what started. Where do you live? What’s up with you? ** Dominik, Hi!!! I’m sure that if there was any promise of masterpiece status in that assigned novel, you found and realised it. Oh, yes, I am emptying the blog’s storage every motherfucking day, and will be for probably two more weeks. Thank goodness there’s very little of interest going on in Paris right now. I was craving chocolate last time, duh. Now I am craving the Flushin’ Frenzy Game, thanks to your love! Love flying a little airplane into the clouds over Budapest and seeding them so they ‘rain’ billions of little blotter LSD squares on y’all like confetti, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, As you sort of guessed, John Miller was in ‘Shits’s’ parent ‘Shit’. He practically invented the hybrid, that John. No TV, wow. That does sound nice. Not that mine is hardly ever on. And when it is, it’s usually Yury watching one of the tech reviewing youtube channels he’s addicted to, so it’s only kind of technically on even then. ** Brian, Hi, Brian. I’m glad you like my thematic posts. They’re fun to make. Well, fun of a particular kind. My weekend was kind of lowkey okay with nothing standing out really. I’m a fan/fetishist of disaster movies, and I finally watched ‘Crawl’, the alligator/disaster movie from a couple of years ago, and it was all I ever ask of a disaster movie: efficient, stressful at times, with solid looking CGI, and, hence, fun. That that was my weekend’s standout occurrence tells you all you need to know. So sorry that your weekend was brought down to size by your mother’s pain and your dog’s non-improvement. That’s rough. Man, I’ve just sent luck-filled and -festooned vibes hurtling across the sea and right at you re: the Logic assignment. Did you … pass? With … colors flying even? ** Jack Skelley, Seriously? I can retire now? Thanks, Skell! You gonna hit the BB Haunted House this week? Surf’s up? ** Okay. Today I have resurrected another one of the blog-ensconced gif experiments I did several years ago when I was still trying to figure out how I could maybe write fiction using them. That is all. See you tomorrow.