A weblog by Hao Lian.
A terrible secret guarded by golems.
A note that thanks you for being born, all those years ago.
They called me insane. They explain the adjective has been chosen for me for the ominous associations it will raise in America’s psychologists.
You’re—you’re going to have to trust me on this.
When you woke up this morning, did … did you feel different? The air seemed brighter, and the light seemed fresher. When you pulled the curtains back, did … did you tingle? There’s something in our atmosphere today that wasn’t there before. It’s not the anthrax, and it’s not the botulism. It’s something more ephemeral. Something glittery and beautiful and sexy, all at once, if that’s possible, and I think it is. No, that something something with the extra something something is a new podcast, a podcast called Shirtless Hugging, by me, and some other folks.
The Watergate scandal almost never happened when Nixon’s cronies refused to break into the hotel with dry lips and an upcoming deadline for their podcast, Moisturizing with the President’s Right Hand(s). Fortunately, Nixon managed to kill both birds with one stone (via the U.S. Fucking Criminal Justice System).