Sorry for the sudden break, folks.
Read MoreBEWARE THE INTERNET; OR, TWO FLEW OVER THE SLENDER MAN MANSION (PART 3)
Ok, so in the year of our spaghetti monster 2014, two middle school girls from Waukesha, Wisconsin, Morgan Geyser and Anissa Weier, attempted to stab and murder their friend. They’ve been diagnosed with schizophrenia and have been sentenced to spend the majority of their lives in mental institutions.
Read MoreBEWARE THE INTERNET; OR, TWO FLEW OVER THE SLENDER MAN MANSION (PART 2)
How did we get here? Firstly, let’s start with the two biggest questions: what is a creepypasta, and who the fuck is Slender Man?
Read MoreBEWARE THE INTERNET; OR, TWO FLEW OVER THE SLENDER MAN MANSION (PART 1)
I was about fourteen-fifteen years old when I learned about Slender Man.
Read MoreAMBITIOUS LITTLE BUGGERS; OR, SHOOT FOR THE STARS, DAMN YOU!
A few weeks ago from when I’m writing this (March 13, 2018), I finally pulled the trigger on purchasing the seminal novel Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace.
Read MoreTRUMP: AN AMERICAN MEME; OR, I'M TURNING ORANGE AND GREEN, I REALLY THINK SO...
I’ve been thinking a lot about Donald Trump lately.
Read MoreAFTERNOONS WITH MR. KYLE; OR, DO YOU WANT MORALITY WITH YOUR TRASH?
Maury Povich. Robert Irvine. Jerry Springer. Steve Wilkos. Montel Williams. Morton Downey Jr. Geraldo Rivera. Jeremy Kyle. Trisha Goddard. Vanessa Feltz. These are the heroes of tabloid television.
Read MoreMIKE DIANA THE BOILED ANGEL; OR, THE 120 DAYS OF COMMUNITY SERVICE
We live in a strange time, us creative types.
Read MoreON BENEFITS OF FANFICTION; OR, VETERAN OF THE FLAME WARS
I was flipping through some old writings of mine a while ago, all while re-watching the French animated series Code Lyoko in an attempt to recapture my childhood or something, with the looming deadline of this week’s post over my head.
Read MoreWAITING FOR HORROR; OR, DON'T GET OFFENDED, GET OFFENSIVE
Who could’ve ever predicted that we’d live in this kind of day and age? Obscene is the new avant-garde.
Read MoreTHE SQUARE; OR, HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LAUGH AT ART
When I sat down in the sweatbox known as the Winnipeg Cinematheque to watch ‘The Square,’ my only initial thought was ‘hell yeah, a movie shitting on high art.’
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