Via IMDB, I stumbled across the following fun fact: Shane Jones’s Light Boxes, published by Publishing Genius, recently had its movie rights purchased by Spike Jonze. This is a huge deal for Publishing Genius, which my friend Adam Robinson founded a few years ago, and will hopefully give PG and small presses more generally closer to the amount of credibility they deserve.
I hate that the basement in which I formerly was able to store my bicycle and to do laundry (in machines, no less) will in a few short days become inaccessible for both mentioned activities, so that I will have to bring my bicycle up the stairs to the house and then up the stairs to my room whenever I return on my bicycle, and down the stairs to the door and then down the stairs to the street whenever I depart with my bicycle. I will also have to both pay for and use the services of the laundromat down the street if I wish to launder my clothes, something I periodically find myself wanting to do. I hate that the laundromat identifies itself as a “laundramat” and is probably not frequented by the likes of Felicia Day.
I have not had to pay for laundry in over two years, and have not had to leave the building in which I myself am housed to do laundry in living memory. No doubt there is all sorts of “etiquette” with which I am unfamiliar. I bet, for instance, that if the washing machines load from the top, it is considered “bad form” to let the load become unbalanced so that the machine seems to come to life, as if trying to shake free of invisible shackles or quaking with religious or wrathful transports or the like. That happened to me recently, by the way—I mean an unbalanced load; I neither shook nor quook. I hate it when that happens, especially because generally all my attempts to rebalance things are bootless. What a world.
I hate the ending—let’s say the last 150 pages—of Infinite Jest.
I hate the continuing and to me mysterious failures of the unfoggedbot. I hate airy, light ice cream. I want density, dammit!