An overly long and rambling review/recap of the King of Fighters movie

Let it be known that I have stared into the abyss, and it did not just stare back; it popped out my eyes, crawled inside my skull, and drove me around like a car.

The production companies, Double Edge Entertainment and Inferno, kind of say it all. And yet it took many more entities to create this. You could call bullshit here if you've heard anything about this movie and justifiably so, so I came prepared with a mountain of horrific evidence:

   

Revisit this fact often over the course of what I'm about to subject you to, because the only way to keep your sanity is to just imagine all these suits reacting to the product as it developed.

Go ahead, make something like this up

This is why sobriety rules

Tetris-themed tampons. Discuss.

And then what?

They called it the greatest generation for a reason...

Fuck the police

The End

I slam my head against the
world until it makes sense.

Always the most interesting people on this aisle

Thinking Fast and Slow

(The book)

We are bad at remembering previous emotional states. We do, in fact, change our minds about how we felt.

The choice was made out of logic, not desperation. I never loved you. It was the right thing to do and I always knew that.

It turns out, amazingly enough and as an honest surprise even to myself, that the worst lies we tell are in absolute silence.

Also there's some main point about how we process ingrained and secondary information at different speeds, but whatever.

Prepare for sadness

When you're a fool in love

Dear lord

HEY WHO WANTS TO NEVER SLEEP EVER AGAIN?

Hunam

How to be single forever and ever

They don't even hole punch properly in the psych ward...

Hoping your holidays were this joyous

The bestest thing on Youtube (or anywhere else)

Look! A paid actor pretending to be excited!

Sometimes I do blatantly stupid things because they seem interesting at the time.

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Shining a *coughcough* in the dark

Yes, but are there any questions about George Washington and blowjobs?

Good lord, do not click here.

Out of tune

Central Library. More home than home is. There is a routine, a rotation.

Two scripts.
    One DVD
        One non-fiction industry book
            Two non-fiction in areas of interest (Love & the Brain, Asian crime studies)

I did what nobody does in Los Angeles. I stopped and sat and let the sounds occur to me.
To my left, the kind of chatter you hear in a cafeteria. To my right was the silence of the adult learning center.
The nicest room in the place, comfort for idiots and the unfortunate.
But nobody was there. They were all across the hall in the DVD section.

Sick yellow paint, the cheapest wall sconces, fancy hanging lights.
A cane taps along on the tiles. These are the people who surround me.
Intensely fat eight-year-olds. Old women in suits with luggage totes. A group of black people walk by, one talk about a Pizza Hut offer as if quoting from a brochure. A slender white man trails the lingering scent of baby powder. Please just one person spontaneously mention Faust in this lifetime.

I couldn't move for a long time, even to look around. It has been exactly three months to this day that somebody has bothered to smile at me from the middle of themselves.
On this three month anniversary, dark history repeated itself.

Land's Edge