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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Are you a Republican?

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I am: -1% Republican.
"You're a damn Commie! Where's Tailgunner Joe when we need him?"
Are You A Republican?
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Memed via [info]pnh:

I am:
Philip K. Dick
The brilliant yet trashy master of the reality warp always left you unsure of what was real, but never forgot compassion.

Which science fiction writer are you?

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Somehow I would have thought Walter Mosley had better things to do than to email me offering great terms on a new mortgage. I appreciate it, Walter, but we're happy renting for the time being! I will pick up a copy of Little Scarlet, though, so you won't have to resort to this in the future.

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Is it just me, or should the news on WNYC have addressed the cause of the blast, even to say the cause is unknown? That's what we all want to know.

Thank goodness for CNN.

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House of doofusoid

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Why I love Roger Ebert:

Yes, I take notes during the movies. I can't always read them, but I persist in hoping that I can. During a movie like House of D, I jot down words I think might be useful in the review. Peering now at my 3x5 cards, I read sappy, inane, cornball, shameless and, my favorite, doofusoid. I sigh. The film has not even inspired interesting adjectives, except for the one I made up myself. I have been reading Dr. Johnson's invaluable Dictionary of the English Language, and propose for the next edition: doofusoid, adj., possessing the qualities of a doofus; sappy, inane, cornball, shameless. "The plot is composed of doofusoid elements."

You know a movie is not working for you when you sit in the dark inventing new words. House of D is the kind of movie that particularly makes me cringe, because it has such a shameless desire to please; like Uriah Heep, it bows and scrapes and wipes its sweaty palm on its trouser leg, and also like Uriah Heep, it privately thinks it is superior.

I make free with a reference to Uriah Heep because I assume if you got past Dr. Johnson and did not turn back, Uriah Heep will be like an old friend. You may be asking yourself, however, why I am engaging in word play, and the answer is: I am trying to entertain myself before I must get down to the dreary business of this review. Think of me as switching off my iPod just before going into traffic court. So. House of D. Written and directed by David Duchovny, who I am quite sure created it with all of the sincerity at his command, and believed in it so earnestly that it did not occur to him that no one else would believe in it at all....

You can read the full review here, but, really, why do you need to read more?

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April's CD mix of the month

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Mending fences

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Or, how we and several good friends spent our weekend:

(Hi, [info]bobhowe!)

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Weekend poetry

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I keep flogging the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards here, so I hope you'll forgive another mention. We were listening to Weekend Edition Saturday on NPR the other morning when suddenly Scott Simon began interviewing one of this year's portfolio winners, Amanda Gotera. She reads a very nice poem on the air, and you can hear the interview here.

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A Benedict XVI chair?

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Who else wonders if "the unification of all Christians" is a euphemism for "Inquisition"?

(It's been said that ol' Ratty looks like Harlan Ellison, but I'd say here he's looking more like Norman Spinrad.)

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Morning commute

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Are we really so illiterate as a city that the Daily News has to call Pope Benedict "the 16th" instead of "XVI"? God. (Reminds me of the joke, c. 1992, about the upper crusty couple who go out to see that new Spike Lee film—Malcolm the 10th.)

In other news, apparently spring in New York City is over, and we missed most of it on our weekend jaunt to Texas. High of 88 today!

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