all we do is ANGST and we do it right

I can explain middle age to you in under a minute. Ready? You know how you've got your group of friends, and one of them will hook up with an SO and disappear, and it's like they're dead to you? Imagine all of your friends doing that, forever. That's the beginning. At that point, your options are as follows. Live in an apartment by yourself and eat Spaghetti-Os out of a can and masturbate to internet porn. Insert yourself into the next generation by convincing the kids you're a hippie or rock star or some kind of William Burroughs reincarnation. Get married, have kids, get a mortgage, get a car, work all the time to perpetuate this lifestyle, and officially declare your life as a free human being to be at an end. That's middle age. Is my minute up?

unrequested book review

Cujo: a soap opera with a rabid dog in it, with a Roger Corman wrap-up. I don't remember it being this crap when I first read it. Supposedly Stephen King was so drunk at the time that he doesn't remember writing it... it would have taken only minor additional effort to misplace it entirely. But at least it has a happy ending... all the cute little rabid bats find a new home! <3 Yay!