[QUOTE=witchxrapist;18811069]yup[/QUOTE]

no homo but LEMME SEE PICS

really dont feel like looking for that :lol:

[QUOTE=witchxrapist;18811072]youre so gay[/QUOTE]

You mad.

[QUOTE=witchxrapist;18811076]really dont feel like looking for that :lol:[/QUOTE]

so what, you expect me to do it??

[img]http://facepalm.org/img.php[/img]

@justin, yes

so my one friend got a dui, and he basically smokes me up and puts gas in my car to drive him around on weekends, it's pretty fucking awesome

[QUOTE=Blazey;18811049]a) use google
b) who the cares.
c) yes he would[/QUOTE]

paraphrasis isn't easily searchable
i care, because your point isn't clear
yes, he would

[QUOTE=Blazey;18811064]
I'm not gonna let you backpedal. You simply didn't grasp the concept and are now trying to lead me to your superfluous argument.

You thought DFW was advocating the 80's literature brat pack.

Read that over again and tell me to take you seriously and I will humor you[/QUOTE]i thought he was advancing a notion that the 80s literature brat pack liked to advance. i'm gonna reread it tonight and see if it does come off as a straight up parody of that style or if, as its popular reception indicates, it simply dovetails neatly with it.

Fingers, my chrome screen about covers 10% of one out of my two monitors and I need to alt tab like a bitch. Excuse any incoherency, as I'm sure you can decipher it.

what a lame excuse

[QUOTE=fingers mccoy;18811089]i thought he was advancing a notion that the 80s literature brat pack liked to advance. i'm gonna reread it tonight and see if it does come off as a straight up parody of that style or if, as its popular reception indicates, it simply dovetails neatly with it.[/QUOTE]

Read it again and then put pedal to the metal.

But seriously reread and then we will revisit this lata.

got some dill, got some eggs, got some mustard, got some rice bran oil, got some tarragon vinegar

time to make some serious fucking egg mayo

Here's an excerpt, Fingers.

Mr. Wonderful and Big and Gimlet had all taken a large amount of Big's LSD, which is a special kind he manufactures for concerts and is free of amphetamines which might make a fellow fidget, and Grope and Cheese had taken LSD, which made them super amounts of fun to be with. I had not taken any LSD because LSD and other controlled substances unfortunately do not affect me or my state of normal consciousness. I cannot become high from ingesting drugs, and all my friends who are punkrockers find this very fascinating and a lot of fun. I was a very popular and outgoing peer in prep school and college and business school but could not be affected by controlled substances in these environments either. My friends the punkrockers like me to buy very large amounts of drugs and take them and not become high while they are all affected. Last month for my birthday they made me place over two paper squares of Big's LSD on my tongue and then we all went joy riding in the new sports car I received from my mother for my birthday. It is a Porsche with six forward gears and two reverses and a leather interior. And turbo-charged!

love waking up to the faint taste of laphroaig

[QUOTE=Blazey;18811114]Here's an excerpt, Fingers.

Mr. Wonderful and Big and Gimlet had all taken a large amount of Big's LSD, which is a special kind he manufactures for concerts and is free of amphetamines which might make a fellow fidget, and Grope and Cheese had taken LSD, which made them super amounts of fun to be with. I had not taken any LSD because LSD and other controlled substances unfortunately do not affect me or my state of normal consciousness. I cannot become high from ingesting drugs, and all my friends who are punkrockers find this very fascinating and a lot of fun. I was a very popular and outgoing peer in prep school and college and business school but could not be affected by controlled substances in these environments either. My friends the punkrockers like me to buy very large amounts of drugs and take them and not become high while they are all affected. Last month for my birthday they made me place over two paper squares of Big's LSD on my tongue and then we all went joy riding in the new sports car I received from my mother for my birthday. It is a Porsche with six forward gears and two reverses and a leather interior. And turbo-charged![/QUOTE]

who is this

David Foster Wallace. Go back a couple of pages.

damn well that's disappointing, was gonna read infinite jest cuz, y'know, it's big and shit

It's a joke. His other works are nothing like it.

okay cool

let's get this shit groovin
 

[url]http://vocaroo.com/i/s0X4nhXcbGV7[/url]

sounds a little funny but that's me whistlin

gettin so ripped right now

we have our whistler

i can vibrato that shit too

just say the word

[QUOTE=Juddybear;18811164]gettin so ripped right now[/QUOTE]


What kind of ripped exactly?

Here's the last nail, Fingers.


In a 1993 interview with Larry McCaffery, Wallace decries fiction that devotes
“a lot of energy to creating expectations and then taking pleasure in disappointing them. You can see this clearly in something like Ellis’s American Psycho: it panders shamelessly to the audience’s sadism for a while, but by the end it’s clear that the sadism’s real object is the reader herself.” I think this is an apt criticism. American Psycho is torture porn encased in a thin veneer of social satire with no interior substance. Here’s Wallace at length—

I think it’s a kind of black cynicism about today’s world that Ellis and certain others depend on for their readership. Look, if the contemporary condition is hopelessly shitty, insipid, materialistic, emotionally retarded, sadomasochistic, and stupid, then I (or any writer) can get away with slapping together stories with characters who are stupid, vapid, emotionally retarded, which is easy, because these sorts of characters require no development. With descriptions that are simply lists of brand-name consumer products. Where stupid people say insipid stuff to each other. If what’s always distinguished bad writing—flat characters, a narrative world that’s cliched and not recognizably human, etc.—is also a description of today’s world, then bad writing becomes an ingenious mimesis of a bad world. If readers simply believe the world is stupid and shallow and mean, then Ellis can write a mean shallow stupid novel that becomes a mordant deadpan commentary on the badness of everything. Look man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is? In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it. You can defend Psycho as being a sort of performative digest of late-eighties social problems, but it’s no more than that.

Four years before the interview—and two years before the publication of American Psycho—Wallace mocked Ellis’s void, vacuous characters in “Girl with Curious Hair,” a story about a yuppie on LSD at a Keith Jarrett concert. With no affective life, Sick Puppy (as his low life punk rock friends call him) feels nothing. He cannot enjoy his wealth, his position—not even his acid trip. He can’t even enjoy sex unless he can burn his partner as he’s being fellated. As Marshall Boswell points out in his study Understanding David Foster Wallace, “the story eerily forecasts . . . American Psycho . . . in a grisly and hilarious pastiche of Ellis’ preposterously benumbed prose.”

Took me like 1 min to find this.

[QUOTE=fingers mccoy;18810979]in what way is it making fun of it

seemed to be advocating it to me[/QUOTE]

zzz

Isn't that sorta meta commentary on art one of the reasons we enjoy it? It's like a challenge when you take in those dark stories, does this content affect your life? I don't think people believe the world is that morose and hopeless, the flat affect of sociopathy is a natural fear of predators that we primally experience and want to 'solve' as it relates to our own life. Which sells. I think that's an alternative to the idea that it's content is something we desire to experience. It's more of a way to sate our defensive frustrations.

edit: a little off topic, seeing that i havent read any of this sstuff :-o

Don't take it seriously, it's all hyperbole. I just wanted to prove myself right as per usual.

He was just mad that BEE was making more money than him.