"The kind of people I know now don’t have barbecues, Mama. They stand up alone at nights in small rooms and eat cold weenies. My so-called friends are bums. Many of them are nothing but rats. They spread T.B. and use dirty language. They’re wife-beaters and window peepers and night crawlers and dope fiends. They have running sores on the backs of their hands that never heal. They peer up from cracks in the floor with their small red eyes and wait for chances."Ask me stuff
Wonder if it means anything that Walter is framed under a gate of horn when he buys a vehicle in To’hajiilee?
- I love that Walt’s phone call was a dickslap in the face to all the Internet tough guys who think Skyler’s a bitch and Walt should win, but it was probably too subtle for them to clue in.
- I keep thinking about that scene in season two where Walt misses an important event in order to make his first big score. It gets overshadowed by Jane and the plane but I think it’s one of the best moments on the show. It really puts the lie to his justification of his doing it for the family.
- Poor Hank. I was hoping he’d come out of everything better.
- The Internet reminded me that the whole desert showdown resolution is straight out of Once Upon a Time in the West, my favourite Western. Walt’s glasses are like the boy’s harmonica when he watches his brother die.
- That fight in the White house. Jesus Christ that was hard to watch.
- Everyone shits on RJ Mitte’s character, but he was awesome and he was one of the few people who did the right thing right away. Amazing. And besides, that’s what teens do: they eat simple foods because they can’t cook for themselves and then they fuck off to school or to hang out with their friends. Enough with the breakfast jokes.
- Nothing in the world can save Walter White (dot com) at this point. I can’t imagine anything that would redeem him, not even changing his mind on Jesse.
Glue by Irvine Welsh. Think Trainspotting with less drugs and more soccer hooliganism. Kind of a rehash of his earlier stuff.
Dare Me by Megan Abbot. I was talking about how great Rian Johnson is, and someone recommended this book. It’s a sort of neo-noir set in a high school. It was okay, but it wasn’t as good as Brick.
Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden. I loved this book. It’s about two Cree hunters who become snipers for the Canadian army in World War One. It was really good and I have nothing bad to say about it. Loosely based on the exploits of Francis Pegahmagabow.
Kikwaakew by Joseph Boyden. A short e-book sequel to Three Day Road, published byThe Walrus (ugh) set one generation later, in the traplines of Northern Ontario. Kikwaakew is Cree for wolverine, by the way.
The Aquariums of Pyongyang by Kang Chol-Hwan and Pierre Rigoulot. I think there’s better books about North Korean prisons (Escape From Camp 14 comes to mind). What put this in the top tier of North Korean books is the parts set outside prison, because the author had a kind of privileged spot in society, which you don’t often get accounts of. That being said, the prison chapter that gives a detailed count of how to eat rat meat is as creepy as any horror film I’ve ever encountered.
Tishomingo Blues by Elmore Leonard. Yeah, I guess I’m just reading it cause he died recently. I haven’t read many of his books, admittedly. I think my favourite was Djibouti about pirates and stuff. This one was Leonard’s favourite and I can see why. The Robert Taylor conman character was the standout part of the book.
Clockers by Richard Price. Apparently this served as sort of an inspiration for The Wire because he wrote for that too and there’s a whole bunch of scenes in this book that get repeated on the tv show. Mostly Herc and Carver gags, but you can see how the main character was kind of a precursor to D’angelo Barksdale. It’s about a shooting at a fast food place and how it’s connected to a bunch of small time drug dealers. I thought it was great.
- Canada wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for great alcoholics like Sir John A MacDonald. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal if someone smokes smokes pot, even as Prime Minister.
- Stephen Harper’s soberness kind of works against him, even. Relax, Steve.
- It’s called the chamber of sober second thoughts because you’re supposed to be blasted out of your skull in the House of Commons. Senate is for the morning after.
- Mackenzie King got us through WORLD WAR TWO by having seances to talk to his dead cats, dead mother, all kinds of dead people. If he can do that you can probably turn 24 Sussex Drive into an opium den without much of a negative effect on the country. It would probably even improve Question Period.
- If I were a party leader I’d want to one up Trudeau right now. Legalize all drugs! Start using igobaine! Total anarchy! Sod the TransCanada and rename Calgary as Fat City!