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Dan Carlson
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I'm a twentysomething white male with ambitions to be a professional film critic and generally spend my days getting paid to watch movies and write about it. I try not to think too hard about how I want to build my life around talking about other people's creations and not mine. A compulsive reader and stubborn cineaste, I take an often contrary stance to my more fundamentalist peers and upbringing by celebrating the pursuit of the good, and the Good, in life, love, art and film. If you watched enough episodes of a few TV shows ("The Hungry and the Hunted," "The Cut Man Cometh," "The Body," "The Zeppo," "Waiting in the Wings," "Out of Gas," "April is the Cruelest Month," "20 Hours in America," "Colonial Day," "An Echolls Family Christmas," and "Look Who's Stalking," for starters), you would understand me completely, and you'd also realize that much of my worldview and philosophical insights are heavily influenced by fictional works/programs, and many of the good things I've said in my life are just a regurgitation of someone else's imaginings. I guess I was made to be a film critic.

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May 10, 2007

It's Like Homer Simpson Moved To The Hill Country

By Dan Carlson

RozieD sent this my way. It's a disturbing glimpse into a frightening but all too real side of Texas. Enjoy, if you can:

Comments: 6

Rozie

Don't you miss this place?

May 10, 2007 8:02 PM

Bazzy

One of the worst things about Tennessee is the inability to get a decent-sized steak (pretty much 16-18oz tops). Even the Chicken Fried Steak is small. It would barely cover a saucer, much less an entire plate (a la Jailhouse Cafe).

Chicken Fried Bacon? That's a new one. I've had fatback, which is fried bacon fat and that's delicious and salty. Chicken frying the bacon itself sounds even better. Now I know where to eat if I'm ever near Snook.

May 11, 2007 8:34 AM

Dan

Man, I haven't had a good chicken fried steak in years. It just doesn't exist out here.

Now all I can think about is chicken fried steak. Mmm. I would walk to Lytle Land & Cattle for a decent chicken fried.

May 11, 2007 12:38 PM

Joey

I was in Snook a few weeks ago. I'm a vegetarian though.

May 11, 2007 2:28 PM

Jen

Texas, our texas, all hail the mighty state.

BTW, have you heard that the Nanowrimo people are doing a script writing type thing in June? It's called "script frenzy" or something like that.

May 11, 2007 9:25 PM

Chez

Oh man, that's the grossest thing I've ever seen. And then I read this: "I've had fatback, which is fried bacon fat and that's delicious and salty." Gross.

I bet Cody would love chicken-fried bacon.

May 18, 2007 9:18 AM

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