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Other experiments Facebook has been conducting in secret almost certainly include the following:

1) Dishonestly convincing a randomly targeted user that one of their siblings has just died, in order to see what their face does. Conclusion: it leaks fluid from the nasolacrimal ducts and emits an ape-like cry believed to denote personal anguish.

2) Secretly activating random users’ webcams in the runup to bedtime to determine what a human being looks like when it sheds its external fabric layer.

3) Dispatching an intern to kidnap and blindfold a random user, drag them to a forest, force them at gunpoint to dig their own grave, shoot them in the back of the head, cover the body with soil, drive away at speed and lie low in a motel for a few weeks to discover if they’re really cut out for this shit.

4) Igniting a global race war using animated gifs.
Charlie Brooker.

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An actress (Shailene Woodley?  Name doesn’t ring a bell and doesn’t look familiar— she’s promoting a teen movie about sick-looking teens) being interviewed by Craig Ferguson.  I can’t sleep and I just quite enjoyed watching this interview for some reason. Well, she’s only so interesting, being a young person and all, but I just like how avuncular Ferguson is here— he’s just kind of leaning back in his chair and disagreeing with what this girl’s saying and asking what’s up with her weird physical tics and telling her to watch out for drugs and asking her whether she finds success “unnerving”.  It’s just … he’s so avuncular.  It’s all very laid back.  I don’t know. Just enjoyed it…

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Chef (2014): I almost walked out early in this— there’s this scene that is so horrifying.  The movie posits that Jon Favreau’s Kevin-Smith shaped chef character has been having a gross sexual relationship with Scarlett Johanssen.  Which — those two do NOT make a cute couple to start with, and he wisely avoids showing them kissing.  They just skip to fucking; no kissing, like with porn.  No, that’s just a little joke (the punchline is I’m addicted to internet pornography)— the reality is much worse, which is that they show Favreau cooking and then, like, ScarJo watching and making like… sex-faces at watching him prepare food.  Like Arquette in Scorcese’s Life Lessons only not Scorcese and not Nolte and not Arquette and instead Favreau (who sometimes wears a bandanna in the movie) and it’s just… horrifying and ridiculous and also I was scared he’d change his mind and show them kissing; Favreau is not taking care of himself physically; he looks really terrible; I kinda don’t get how somebody that rich without a 9-5 job can’t hire a trainer, but.  Dinner for Five didn’t get cancelled— Favreau just ate those other four assholes. Watching ScarJo making horny faces at a bowl of fettucini or whatever just grossed me out— maybe that’s what happens in real life, but it just wasn’t done well and man, I’m kind of not a big ScarJo fan…
Anyways, so that’s what Chef's like, basically.  I don't know— it was kinda a no-brainer that this one wouldn't be for me, but.  I don't know how to put it in not-racist terms, but this movie was made for 50-year old white people; boring ones. But I had a long day and wanted to see a movie, and look… those first three Favreau movies, the comedies, I really liked a lot of things about those. Swingers and Made, more than Elf, but Elf's a solid little movie.  I was hoping it'd be him getting back to that, since it always was kinda a bummer that he stopped making comedies, he had a distinct thing as a comedy director, but… Favreau just started making blockbuster trash.  This movie's all about, “Oh no, you can do that and you’re still an artist— the money people twist you around but once you get back to your roots you can rediscover why you became an artist and blah blah blah" but….I don’t believe in "Selling out" or anything, because I’m not a teenager but … Once you start making trash and being like "well, no, wait people like this— look at the numbers”, I think you do so at the risk of your taste buds, if not more… risk your voice. This movie’d be a pretty good example of what I mean because jesus…  John Leguizamo???  ON PURPOSE?  Uggggggh… What’s a bigger warning sign that a movie’s going to be bad than casting John Leguizamo?  (Answer: casting Giovanni Ribisi. Ribisi’s for movies what the skull & crossbones is for a pirate ship. But it’s not a competition).  Or just the … It’s just a mess this thing.  The whole movie’s about a chef who reconnects with his son thanks to the magic of social media or…?  What good movie has ever or will ever be built around “Then he learned how to tweet" as a major plot point???  How was that ever a good idea?  There’s neither drama nor jokes anywhere in sight for most of the duration— it’s just like… There’s this old guy wearing a ridiculous bandanna?  And Bruce Springsteen's Accountant rediscovers that he's an artist and the money people were holding him back this entire time, and critics should have been nicer to him!  It really is some kind of awful sequel to Cowboys & Aliens, but in that sort of “hey look at me do something autobiographical” self-congratulatory way that… It’s really insufferable in a “oh, you’ve been mythologizing your own past instead of remembering what the guy back then cared about" kind of way…
It’s of course also a movie where a minority character gives up his own career advancement to use his magical minority powers to help the main white character achieve his dreams, for no discernible reason!!  John Leguizamo just shows up in the middle of the movie like a Hispanic Bagger Vance and the whole movie I’m like, “Oh good we’ll get to find out why he did that— why did he quit his job?" WE NEVER FIND OUT— instead Hispanic Bagger Vance just keeps saying "I got a cousin who knows a guy"  (you know: like Those People always say!) so they can avoid having to show Favreau’s white-ass do any of the work that I’d presume is involved in starting a food truck— no, no, that’s all handled by off-screen Latinos…???  (Not a lot of boy-girl stuff in the movie but if you guessed that a woman was waiting patiently to reward the male character for realizing that it’s good to not be a piece of shit in life— congratulations!  You have seen a movie before!).  (Favreau made a movie about twitter and vine but never read tumblr.  Didn’t know he should check his privilege).
Downey Jr. is pretty genuinely funny in his one scene, but even that’s sad with a moment’s thought because … Favreau did such a good job with the buddy shit in his earlier movies and was always such a great straight man for Vince Vaughn or whoever, that it’s sad going back to that, that he wouldn’t remember that, and cast someone equal for himself (instead of Leguizamo’s happy slave character), or someone to play off of.  He just forgets all that and makes himself the Big Star, Seth McFarlane-style (though jesus what could ever be more horrible than “Starring Seth McFarlane”… That’s unbeatable).  People who make Bullshit never worry what it does to their egos, even though dude, that’s like Thing #1 to be worried about!  That’s #1 with a bullet!  
Still, to be fair, it’s really hard to go TOO wrong with me showing people making food— that’s the most cinematic shit— Roy Choi produced so all the food shit is pornographic and feels mostly real and no regrets there; I really enjoyed looking at food (?); and Roy Choi’s story is nice that when it’s about them putting together the food truck… I think there’s a movie there somewhere.  (though it posits a Los Angeles-based chef— who earlier worked in Miami— who still somehow doesn’t know a lick of Spanish?  Which… I don’t work in the food world, but Favreau had an easier time selling me on a guy building an Iron Man costume than that happening; it just seems… like you would pick up a little bit of Spanish in a LA kitchen, maybe?). (Also, it posits a LA restaurant where people are like, “I don’t want interesting portions of animals— bring me boring food instead” which… I think people are pretty adventurous in LA…?  Seemed weird). I don’t know.  It’s not ALL bad, probably, maybe I’m being mean to it; I did really like when they slice into a piece of meat…?   I just wish it weren’t in a movie about some piece of shit remembering that he should raise his son (?)(p.s.: duh. How do you make a movie where “dads should raise their kids" is the big life lesson???  "I watched this movie called “Liar Liar” and the message was, “*Don’t* lie."  I don’t know— maybe if I was a guy in my 50s…)  I mean, even for food movies, though— nothing in this movie could ever touch a second of Big Night. (That’s without even bringing Tampopo into equation— that’s my favorite). Or heck, I really liked that scene in Made where Favreau almost accidentally explains to his daughter what pasta puttanesca means— I always thought that was a great scene. 
I guess it’s kind of funny seeing a movie about the Red Medicine guy blowing up at that food critic lady. I don’t really remember much about that— never eaten there; I just remember that Red Medicine guy’s some kind of crazy; yells at people on twitter or something…?  I don’t know— it’s not completely unlikable because food.  At least, there’s probably a nice movie to Roy Choi’s story and the whole food truck thing, what happened there— but this one… I feel like they got a lot right on research-y stuff I couldn’t appreciate like “what’s it like to buy a stove” and just got everything else wrong like “what are human people like?”  I don’t know.  I just disliked this one… Let me tell you why in 5 BILLION words rather than sleeping… 

Chef (2014): I almost walked out early in this— there’s this scene that is so horrifying.  The movie posits that Jon Favreau’s Kevin-Smith shaped chef character has been having a gross sexual relationship with Scarlett Johanssen.  Which — those two do NOT make a cute couple to start with, and he wisely avoids showing them kissing.  They just skip to fucking; no kissing, like with porn.  No, that’s just a little joke (the punchline is I’m addicted to internet pornography)— the reality is much worse, which is that they show Favreau cooking and then, like, ScarJo watching and making like… sex-faces at watching him prepare food.  Like Arquette in Scorcese’s Life Lessons only not Scorcese and not Nolte and not Arquette and instead Favreau (who sometimes wears a bandanna in the movie) and it’s just… horrifying and ridiculous and also I was scared he’d change his mind and show them kissing; Favreau is not taking care of himself physically; he looks really terrible; I kinda don’t get how somebody that rich without a 9-5 job can’t hire a trainer, but.  Dinner for Five didn’t get cancelled— Favreau just ate those other four assholes. Watching ScarJo making horny faces at a bowl of fettucini or whatever just grossed me out— maybe that’s what happens in real life, but it just wasn’t done well and man, I’m kind of not a big ScarJo fan…

Anyways, so that’s what Chef's like, basically.  I don't know— it was kinda a no-brainer that this one wouldn't be for me, but.  I don't know how to put it in not-racist terms, but this movie was made for 50-year old white people; boring ones. But I had a long day and wanted to see a movie, and look… those first three Favreau movies, the comedies, I really liked a lot of things about those. Swingers and Made, more than Elf, but Elf's a solid little movie.  I was hoping it'd be him getting back to that, since it always was kinda a bummer that he stopped making comedies, he had a distinct thing as a comedy director, but… Favreau just started making blockbuster trash.  This movie's all about, “Oh no, you can do that and you’re still an artist— the money people twist you around but once you get back to your roots you can rediscover why you became an artist and blah blah blah" but….I don’t believe in "Selling out" or anything, because I’m not a teenager but … Once you start making trash and being like "well, no, wait people like this— look at the numbers”, I think you do so at the risk of your taste buds, if not more… risk your voice. This movie’d be a pretty good example of what I mean because jesus…  John Leguizamo???  ON PURPOSE?  Uggggggh… What’s a bigger warning sign that a movie’s going to be bad than casting John Leguizamo?  (Answer: casting Giovanni Ribisi. Ribisi’s for movies what the skull & crossbones is for a pirate ship. But it’s not a competition).  Or just the … It’s just a mess this thing.  The whole movie’s about a chef who reconnects with his son thanks to the magic of social media or…?  What good movie has ever or will ever be built around “Then he learned how to tweet" as a major plot point???  How was that ever a good idea?  There’s neither drama nor jokes anywhere in sight for most of the duration— it’s just like… There’s this old guy wearing a ridiculous bandanna?  And Bruce Springsteen's Accountant rediscovers that he's an artist and the money people were holding him back this entire time, and critics should have been nicer to him!  It really is some kind of awful sequel to Cowboys & Aliens, but in that sort of “hey look at me do something autobiographical” self-congratulatory way that… It’s really insufferable in a “oh, you’ve been mythologizing your own past instead of remembering what the guy back then cared about" kind of way…

It’s of course also a movie where a minority character gives up his own career advancement to use his magical minority powers to help the main white character achieve his dreams, for no discernible reason!!  John Leguizamo just shows up in the middle of the movie like a Hispanic Bagger Vance and the whole movie I’m like, “Oh good we’ll get to find out why he did that— why did he quit his job?" WE NEVER FIND OUT— instead Hispanic Bagger Vance just keeps saying "I got a cousin who knows a guy"  (you know: like Those People always say!) so they can avoid having to show Favreau’s white-ass do any of the work that I’d presume is involved in starting a food truck— no, no, that’s all handled by off-screen Latinos…???  (Not a lot of boy-girl stuff in the movie but if you guessed that a woman was waiting patiently to reward the male character for realizing that it’s good to not be a piece of shit in life— congratulations!  You have seen a movie before!).  (Favreau made a movie about twitter and vine but never read tumblr.  Didn’t know he should check his privilege).

Downey Jr. is pretty genuinely funny in his one scene, but even that’s sad with a moment’s thought because … Favreau did such a good job with the buddy shit in his earlier movies and was always such a great straight man for Vince Vaughn or whoever, that it’s sad going back to that, that he wouldn’t remember that, and cast someone equal for himself (instead of Leguizamo’s happy slave character), or someone to play off of.  He just forgets all that and makes himself the Big Star, Seth McFarlane-style (though jesus what could ever be more horrible than “Starring Seth McFarlane”… That’s unbeatable).  People who make Bullshit never worry what it does to their egos, even though dude, that’s like Thing #1 to be worried about!  That’s #1 with a bullet!  

Still, to be fair, it’s really hard to go TOO wrong with me showing people making food— that’s the most cinematic shit— Roy Choi produced so all the food shit is pornographic and feels mostly real and no regrets there; I really enjoyed looking at food (?); and Roy Choi’s story is nice that when it’s about them putting together the food truck… I think there’s a movie there somewhere.  (though it posits a Los Angeles-based chef— who earlier worked in Miami— who still somehow doesn’t know a lick of Spanish?  Which… I don’t work in the food world, but Favreau had an easier time selling me on a guy building an Iron Man costume than that happening; it just seems… like you would pick up a little bit of Spanish in a LA kitchen, maybe?). (Also, it posits a LA restaurant where people are like, “I don’t want interesting portions of animals— bring me boring food instead” which… I think people are pretty adventurous in LA…?  Seemed weird). I don’t know.  It’s not ALL bad, probably, maybe I’m being mean to it; I did really like when they slice into a piece of meat…?   I just wish it weren’t in a movie about some piece of shit remembering that he should raise his son (?)(p.s.: duh. How do you make a movie where “dads should raise their kids" is the big life lesson???  "I watched this movie called “Liar Liar” and the message was, “*Don’t* lie."  I don’t know— maybe if I was a guy in my 50s…)  I mean, even for food movies, though— nothing in this movie could ever touch a second of Big Night. (That’s without even bringing Tampopo into equation— that’s my favorite). Or heck, I really liked that scene in Made where Favreau almost accidentally explains to his daughter what pasta puttanesca means— I always thought that was a great scene. 

I guess it’s kind of funny seeing a movie about the Red Medicine guy blowing up at that food critic lady. I don’t really remember much about that— never eaten there; I just remember that Red Medicine guy’s some kind of crazy; yells at people on twitter or something…?  I don’t know— it’s not completely unlikable because food.  At least, there’s probably a nice movie to Roy Choi’s story and the whole food truck thing, what happened there— but this one… I feel like they got a lot right on research-y stuff I couldn’t appreciate like “what’s it like to buy a stove” and just got everything else wrong like “what are human people like?”  I don’t know.  I just disliked this one… Let me tell you why in 5 BILLION words rather than sleeping… 

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Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 began with a Brassai photograph I saw at a museum show in Washington. I was familiar with the photo, “Lesbian Couple at Le Monocle, 1932”: a portrait of two women sitting at a table in a bar, one in a sparkly evening gown, the other in drag, with short hair and a tuxedo. But the wall text said something I hadn’t known, which was that the woman in the tuxedo, a professional athlete named Violette Morris, had worked for the Gestapo during the German occupation of Paris and later been assassinated by the French Resistance.

A little research turned up an even more interesting story. Morris was an Olympic hopeful and a professional auto racer. When her license to compete as an athlete was revoked by the French government, as punishment for being a public cross-dresser, Hitler somehow got wind of it, and invited Morris to be his special guest at the 1936 Berlin Olympics. By the time she got back to France, she was not only spying for the Germans, but she was the person who told them where the Maginot Line ended: where they could breach the French defenses. During the Occupation, she did indeed work for the Nazis, and was killed by the Resistance in 1944.
Francine Prose.    (The Photo)

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Anonymous asked: The title of your Winter Soldier post summed up my thoughts exactly. Holy fuck but it literally looks like a cable drama (Joss Whedon needs to be strung up for allowing that lighting to become a thing). You're wrong about Iron Man 3, though; it's totally a Shane Black movie, just not enough of/a particularly good one. Still the most watchable of the new batch.

The thing I like about Shane Black movies (and some other 80’s action movies to a lesser extent; but at least Die Hard, which is perfect)— and I think what modern blockbusters have strayed from to their detriment— is the heroes are Messed Up.  They’re not okay; society doesn’t really have a place for them— Geena Davis in Long Kiss Goodnight can’t be a homemaker because she’s a killer, Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon can’t be a family man like Danny Glover because he’s lethal and also a weapon, Downey Jr. in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang has one of my favorite things where he says something like, “I’m not saying it’s normal— I’m not saying I’m normal”; etc.  Modern special effects blockbusters don’t have those kinds of characters— it’s all Chosen Ones and prophecies and all that crap, instead of Bill Murray in Meatballs.  I don’t know why— this country got more evangelical?  People got less accepting of actual outcasts (the nerds never won)?  No clue.

I identify with fuck-ups lots, for obvious reasons, so that is the kinda stuff I’m into.  And so, Iron Man 3— if it had any of that to it, I missed it.  The fact it was set at Christmas didn’t mean much when fundamentally, I felt like the stuff I think of as being his real hallmarks wasn’t there, the stuff I get into.  Downey Jr. had a “nervous condition”, they tried to jam in a neuroses, but it never felt all that real and I don’t remember it getting resolved in any meaningful way… 

And the ending, I just remember it all being special effects and Gwyneth Paltrow’s weird stomach.  The idea of the main character having to defeat the bad guys in order to be in some way healed wasn’t there (which I think is how his other movies have ended, the healing power of violence— Bruce Willis being gloomy all movie and then finally being happy enough to dance a jig because he threw a guy onto helicopter blades). Take away the main character healing and/or coming to grips with his world (e.g. Mel Gibson having to beat up Gary Busey outside the family home) and it’s just… What’s there to root for without that stuff?  I don’t know.  Not much.  So for me it always felt authored and muddled by executives, and consultants, and whatever, more than anything, like with all those movies. For me, it’s not a “real Shane Black” thing in the ways that count.  It’s just the movie I’m hoping helps him get to make real Shane Black things again because … The Nice Guys is a pretty fun script that’s just lying on a shelf somewhere, so…

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Just No Sleep Till Brooklyn. Needed to hear that— felt like sharin’.  Sharin’ and carin’, yep.  Sharin’ … and … carin’… That’s the name of the creepy nursery school I’m going to open when I become a Nightmare on Elm Street style child murderer. Slow zoom in on a dilapidated nursery school sign where the g’s have all fallen off and a single high-pitched piano key plays repetitively and maybe there’s a pig squealing sound buried in the mix somewhere…? That kind of thing?  (I shouldn’t even joke about that— not the child murder part; Freddy.  I don’t want to have Freddy dreams by accident.  Freddy used to scare the crap out of me when I was a little kid — you know, looking back, I think a lot of it was that fucking striped sweater he would wear.  Say what you will about finger-knives and burnt skin and everything, but man, that was one scary article of clothing, at least pre-grunge… Was grunge about ambitious Seattle youths trying to out-Kreuger one another?  Who’s to say?  I guess we’ll never know.  ”Cosby vs. Freddy: The Post-Colonial Dialectic of the 80’s as Reflected in Sweater Choices" was the title of my thesis, back at the academy.  I don’t know— grown man wearing a sweater like that?   Off-putting fashion choice, child-murderer Freddy Kreuger.  Also he said bitch a lot, and you know… that kind of attitudes towards women is pretty scary, too, you guys… In a way, the patriarchy is the scariest nightmare there is on Elm Street, if you think about it… then again, I think there were some moms in that crowd that burnt Freddy alive so I don’t know, maybe that’s unfair to … wes craven or johnny depp or whoever… Robert Englund was on V and that show had that crazy lizard lady eating those rats or whatever— she was pretty bad-ass (Diane? Diana?).  So, yeah, in conclusion: the 1980’s…a confusing time for our country… the loss of innocence… summer becoming spring becoming autumn… Regrets becoming love becoming infatuation… Let’s never fall asleep again as a country, on the way to our own personal Brooklyn’s… Goddamn, is it too late to get a job as an Apprentice Braveheart? This just feels right. Oh whoops I never ended the parentheses).

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I’ve mostly been listening to really shallow, top 40 pop music lately, going through a phase where that’s what I listen to a lot  (like, songs with Pharrell singing about how his dick apparently is a metaphor for a motorcycle, or maybe the other way around, not sure, or Lorde singing about her teeth— which is more than one song, I like her fine but dang, she’s really into singing about teeth— she’s not into rap music’s dental practices, though, so that’s …better…?).  But all that having been said, man, this Beck album is doing nothing for me.  It’s just really boring.  I mean, maybe I’m not listening to it under ideal circumstances— it’s pretty late at night.  One song has a harmonica in it?  I’m not Return-of-Bruno era Bruce Willis— I don’t want to be listening to a harmonica at 1 in the morning.  That’s a hobo instrument, and I’m a sophisticated gentleman of means.
I don’t know— I really liked that guy’s other albums— especially that stretch where it was, like, Midnight Vultures, Mutations and Sea Change.  I liked Sea Change which was the same kind of thing as this one, but this one didn’t have … whatever caught with me on that one.  At least tonight it doesn’t. Maybe I’m not giving it enough time…
I have really lousy taste in music though (see above re: my fondness for motorcycle-dick songs).  It’s not really something I feel like I’m really particularly discerning with.  I really can’t pretend that I know anything about tunes— I like reading people write about music but my opinions about music usually don’t get much deeper than “i like the part with the hand-claps!” (Hand-claps are pretty sweet though).  I mean, it’s not Gangnam style in my apartment all the time, or anything.  But i like to think it’s Gangnam style in my heart, when it comes to you.  Awwww, Happy Valentines Day, everybody.  Anyways, I’m going to get back to enjoying my insomnia now, so…

I’ve mostly been listening to really shallow, top 40 pop music lately, going through a phase where that’s what I listen to a lot  (like, songs with Pharrell singing about how his dick apparently is a metaphor for a motorcycle, or maybe the other way around, not sure, or Lorde singing about her teeth— which is more than one song, I like her fine but dang, she’s really into singing about teeth— she’s not into rap music’s dental practices, though, so that’s …better…?).  But all that having been said, man, this Beck album is doing nothing for me.  It’s just really boring.  I mean, maybe I’m not listening to it under ideal circumstances— it’s pretty late at night.  One song has a harmonica in it?  I’m not Return-of-Bruno era Bruce Willis— I don’t want to be listening to a harmonica at 1 in the morning.  That’s a hobo instrument, and I’m a sophisticated gentleman of means.

I don’t know— I really liked that guy’s other albums— especially that stretch where it was, like, Midnight Vultures, Mutations and Sea Change.  I liked Sea Change which was the same kind of thing as this one, but this one didn’t have … whatever caught with me on that one.  At least tonight it doesn’t. Maybe I’m not giving it enough time…

I have really lousy taste in music though (see above re: my fondness for motorcycle-dick songs).  It’s not really something I feel like I’m really particularly discerning with.  I really can’t pretend that I know anything about tunes— I like reading people write about music but my opinions about music usually don’t get much deeper than “i like the part with the hand-claps!” (Hand-claps are pretty sweet though).  I mean, it’s not Gangnam style in my apartment all the time, or anything.  But i like to think it’s Gangnam style in my heart, when it comes to you.  Awwww, Happy Valentines Day, everybody.  Anyways, I’m going to get back to enjoying my insomnia now, so…

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If you’re a struggling but talented writer, a new nonprofit in Detroit might want to give you a house. Yes, for free.

Write a House bought two houses for $1,000 each, and was given a third by Powerhouse Productions, a nonprofit that has fixed up other vacant Detroit homes for artists.[..]It took two years to launch the project, mostly because lawyers didn’t know what to make of it at first. “Lawyers, it turns out, are kind of allergic to the idea of giving away homes,” Barlow says.

The first three houses are within a couple blocks of each other in a neighborhood sometimes called Little Bangladeshi Town.
Calling All Writers: Move to Detroit, And Get A Free House.”

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My favorite Charles Addams comic.  Is this the best single-panel gag comic ever made?  For me, it’s hard to imagine it ever having been topped.  Everything about it, he’s executed perfectly.  He’s got the angle just perfect so that Fenster can see the truck; you can tell how fast the truck and the car are going; he lets you see not only that the other car’s tilted enough where they’ve bought it, but into the other car.  Look at how he draws the couple in the other car, some “respectable” wealthy couple, deserving targets in the Addams universe. It’s just such a perfect, perfect thing… 

My favorite Charles Addams comic.  Is this the best single-panel gag comic ever made?  For me, it’s hard to imagine it ever having been topped.  Everything about it, he’s executed perfectly.  He’s got the angle just perfect so that Fenster can see the truck; you can tell how fast the truck and the car are going; he lets you see not only that the other car’s tilted enough where they’ve bought it, but into the other car.  Look at how he draws the couple in the other car, some “respectable” wealthy couple, deserving targets in the Addams universe. It’s just such a perfect, perfect thing… 

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