Finally getting around to reading House of Leaves after owning it for like 15 years. It's interesting to read something that has so obviously influenced popular aesthetics. But the experience itself is like "what if a decent story was constantly interrupted by a stupid moron".
Remember being in 3rd grade, playing Frasier at recess, and there was always that one kid who’d yell “I call being Eddie!�� before you even got started
One of my best friends I’m kinda out of touch with atm won’t really return my texts or text first but he’ll send me strings of 10-12 5-8 minute reels of skits. I’ll wake up to a movie length string of reels.