Fantômas (aka Mike Patton is a genius, part three of many)

So I am sitting around, thinking to myself about what I am going to write next, and I think to myself “you know, Dean, you have just written about a piece of art that you enjoy by counting and laughing at all of the mistakes, so why not try writing about something you consider good or even great?”. And since I have not written about the recently-realised genius that Michael Allan Patton has been displaying over the last ten to fifteen years, why not?

An open letter to Playboy magazine (a first-draft effort)

(Note: before we begin, I will be addressing this letter to Hugh Hefner, who as of May 20, 2012, is still listed as Editor In Chief of Playboy magazine. But this letter should be considered directed at every person who works as part of the Playboy empire.)

The mockingbird is dead.

So, last night (at around 0200 hours, so more like this morning), I finally finished my first reading of the Harper Lee novel To Kill A Mockingbird. I originally purchased this copy of the novel about two weeks ago, so my reading speed is quite sluggish as you might have noticed. I tend to get distracted and turn to other tasks in mid-read, so this should surprise nobody. The irony here is that considering I could read at what you clowns call an adult level when I was three years old, unless the literature in question is of a certain quality, I find it terrible and painful to try and read it.