You guys! You guys, I have no idea who this guy is or what the hell this video is, but. But.
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I feel like the Grinch on Christmas morning. My heart just grew three sizes, swear to god. (via
cormallen)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, by Ken Kesey.
Book club book for March. I *handwave* have nothing to say. One the one hand, it was obviously very good, by which I mean competently written and well put together and exhibiting a certain flair during the more surreal and symbolic bits and trying to say something interesting. On the other hand, it was 300 solid pages of castration anxiety including a paragraph about how society is doomed when men are no longer able to wield the power of rape. One the third hand, the sheer audacity of putting one's hypersexualized Christ-figure protagonist in Moby Dick boxer shorts makes me giggle like mad, because I am twelve. Possibly the problem is that I am just thoroughly burned out on Christ figures in literature, after too much mediocre fantasy?