I just read two short books.
God Jr. by Dennis Cooper ... I kind of loved this. It was strange and exciting, and also poignant. It creates interstices in itself that gather meaning. By which I mean that which is missing from the narrative becomes weighted with emotion. Surprisingly wonderful book. I like the parts where the bear learns about the religion in the video game.
Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis ... It has a great last line and an interestingly complex premise, but a lot of disappointing elements, too. It's too bad. I continue to love American Psycho.
I also saw Hot Tub Time Machine.
And about thirty minutes ago on the street in Los Feliz, I had the only celebrity sighting that's thrilled me since coming to L.A.: Tony Todd, the Candyman. I stopped and said hello. This seemed excusable since he was in my roommate's short film. At least in the roughly ninety seconds I spoke to him, he seemed like a fucking awesome guy.