I feel very lucky that I like my first name enough that no iteration of it bothers me.

I remember the Sutcliffes of childhood/ and the Nilsens who clogged up the drains...

Couldn't find the specific Russian painting I was looking for, but there's one I saw at the National Gallery 20 years ago that I've never forgotten. It was similar to these but even more intense.
(The Black Sea at night by Ivan Aivazovsky, and Bridge through a Cavern, by
Joseph Wright of Derby)

Halloween 2025 (slight return)

The Most Beautiful Boy In The World (2021)

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I kind of like that The Hitcher flies so far under the radar when people talk about great films from the 80s. It feels exactly like when I was the only person I knew who'd heard of Pixies. A secret treasure.

"different times"

"Mr Rusk. you're not wearing your tie."