I'm watching Poltergeist. I've developed the theory that the whole Carol Anne getting sucked into the TV thing is a metaphor for a very prescient angst about technology, the advent of home computing/gaming systems, and the definition of that liminal electronic space that eventually became the internet. I remember that…

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Today an extremely annoying person did something really obnoxious and then someone several rungs senior to me—for totally stupid irrelevant reasons—refused to back up my enforcing the consequences of the obnoxiousness for said annoying person, leaving my staff feeling completely undermined and me feeling totally…

So I'm reading this lovely book called The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. It's about a writer of pulp fiction novels who gets hired by a mysterious gentleman to create a new religion from scratch. So it's mostly a gothic sort of pageturner but in this passage he's talking about planning how to hook people in:

So this happened today. A client of our agency, a young guy, developed a sudden, intense pain in his temple and radiating down his jaw. He could barely speak. I mean like sudden. Not being doctors, we decided the best thing to do would be to call the paramedics immediately. So the (breathtakingly handsome) paramedics…

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I'm guessing I might be the only person here who remembers Odie. Odie was a fixture on Crosstalk a few years ago. He was—reportedly—a closted gay teen whose parents ran a gas station in Texas. I believe he said he was of Middle Eastern descent. Odie would present with all kinds of crises that would get everyone very…