#January2014
CHUCK PALAHNIUK asking MATT FRACTION for help on ‘FIGHT CLUB’ sequel
I have absolutely no idea what to make of this. On one hand you have a sequel hatching perhaps unnecessarily to one of my sacred cows. I’ve already bemoaned its existence. Fuck! I had a stance. However. Now on the other hand you have my favorite author teaming up with one of my favorite comic writers.
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CHUCK PALAHNIUK gives ‘FIGHT CLUB’ SEQUEL DETAILS. Ergh.
I was torn about covering this. I don’t really want to acknowledge that a sequel to Fight Club is happening. But it is. And as such, I feel I owe it to the peoples here (many Fight Club fans) a venue to discuss the news. So uh.
Yeah. Here it is!
Monday Morning Commute: AUTUMNAL SPACESHIP GROOVING.
Woo! Look at Killer Mike fucking have at it! From a super-froggy-fresh live performance of “Run the Jewels.” Killer Mike? That’s how I’m feeling on this final day of the long weekend. Nothing like sleeping in late three days in a row to revive the synapses, restore the soul, and pack on an easy five pounds or so. This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where I share the esoteric entities (not really) in my existence that are helping me get through a given week. I spread them all around the ground, pointing at them while shouting “Fuck!, Fuck!, Fuck!, Delicious!” This serves to let you know I love them. After that, you share your dilly dallyings in the comments.
Let’s groove, folks.
CHUCK PALAHNIUK’S ‘SNUFF’ Movie Adaptation Gets Financial Backing. Yawn.
Chuck is like, tots my hero. Love him. Love a lot of his works. Don’t really love Snuff. Why can’t we be getting a Rant movie?
Monday Morning Commute: Hope Above the Horizon
Babies and gents, please don’t forget this one fact. Hell, if you forget this, you’re really up the creek, `cause humanity’s been leaning on it since we done sloughed ourselves out of the primordial muck. Without this truism – no matter how you want to take it and run with it – we’re bound to fall face-first into the sludge of post-history and asphyxiate on the our own shortsightedness.
HOPE IS ABOVE THE HORIZON.
God? Space travel? Giant griffins that’ll swoop down, snatch us up with their pillowed talons, and nurture us in their super-nests? Could be. All I know is that we’re not going to actualize the potential of the collective unconscious by grinding ourselves down at jobs we hate.
So on that note, welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! This is the spot where I show off the various wares I’ll be using to safeguard my mind from ennui and work-related dementia. After you take a peek, hit up the comments section and share your own recipe for the Entertainment Cocktail de huit jours.
Faux-French? Goddamn, let’s just get to this.
Director Hired To Adapt Palahniuk’s ‘Invisible Monsters’. Gulp.
Chuck Palahniuk is up there on the pantheon on my favorite writers. He sits alongside Vonnegut, Gibson, Diaz and Ellis, forming some sort of supergroup. Invisible Monsters is my favorite book by him. The news that they’re finally moving ahead with an adaptation of it has got me suffering a bit of the ball sack tightening.
