Luigi / Duck Hunt. What the hell does that mean?

I believe it’s either The Blues Brothers or 2001.

in defense of Matt and Trey, they did apologize on the ManBearPig thing. And it’s not like their depiction of Trump is very flattering, either…

taught me once and for all that while death might be always near, a fear that’s constantly devouring our lives and paralysing them to the point where it feels like our deepest, inner self is a husk shell of what we once were, we can still find the reason of our existence in the joys of living a life that’s devoted in equal part to mystery, sensuality, knowledge and wonder. And it says this in the most democratic way you could think: everyone is entitled and deserving of the complexity of life. Oh, and also: it’s an absolutely hilarious book to read through.

never found Joyce to be pretentious (the man knew what he was doing, and definitely succeeded in doing so) or obtuse (I mean, how many writers you can think of that could pull out the mastery of language and human sensibility out of nowhere like he does). I might be biased because I believe Ulysses saved my life: it’s definitely one of the funniest, most touching, humane books I have ever had the pleasure to read. I’d push Ogre to keep up with the good work.

aside from the weather (which is nicer in Sicily), it’s an archipelago that pretends at all costs to have a relevant European history while offering no way of exploring that history whatsoever. The rampant touristisation of La Valletta has turned it into what’s basically an all-ecompassing sprawl of luxury hotels and discos where prices are inflated. I did not have a nice time there and would not go back even if I had the chance.

avoid Malta at all costs.

Ulysses, Siddharta, On the Road.

finally Delicious in Dungeon is upon us

ham?

alternatively, sauce.