All My Friends Are Dead - The Interview (Plus a Page That Was Too Sad for the Book) - Urlesque
Oh hai, Tumblr! I made you an interview!
Did anybody save the post TJ responded to, here? It’s been taken down since then, and I’d like some more context.
tj:
You know what, Tony, I don’t need to know “the whole story” when the parts of the story that I do know include the fact that you fucked people without telling them that you were married, and then tried to convince others that people who were involved with you — who trusted you, who then felt lied to and betrayed by you— that they were somehow to blame, or somehow at fault, or that you were the victim.
I say this as someone who has considered you a friend for a long time, who defended you, who championed your work, and who tried to be a friend to you.
This passive aggressive piece of shit post that you put on Tumblr is contemptible, and implies again that you are the victim, that it’s other people’s fault because we don’t really understand, and that the whole thing is something you feel is somehow a joke.
You’ve illustrated so many of behaviors described here and here that you’ve told me all I need to know about your side of the story.
I would do well to remember this.
So rebloggable. Also, instant visual answer to “What made you want to be a writer?”
PSA of the Day: Just say no.
[drugs.]
That Music from The Social Network Makes *ANYTHING* Dramatic (via strutting1)
I had this idea for an experiment …
Hypothesis: That Music from The Social Network Makes *ANYTHING* Dramatic
Procedure: Set Ottoman Humping to Vega Choir Version of Creep.
Result: YEOP.