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Dan Carlson
Houston, Texas

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. 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 certain TV shows — for starters, "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," "Look Who's Stalking," "The Garage Door," "Charlie Gets Crippled," "Wind Sprints," and "Corner Boys" — 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, or at any rate a heartfelt attempt to interpret them. I guess I was made to be a film critic.

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April 8, 2008

In Which I Try To Help A Friend See The Error Of Her Ways: An Online Transcript

By Dan Carlson

[In the midst of discussing future job opportunities:]
Her: where do you want to work? Maybe you could work for perez hilton!
me: i would only work for perez hilton as part of a plan to infiltrate his organization and brutally kill him
Her: hahaha no! i love him!
me: good God no melanie
no no
come back to the light
Her: :)
i can't live with out my perez hit
and tmz
me: tmz = not good for you either, though maybe better than perez
if satan had a gay cousin, it would be perez hilton

Comments: 5

Oh man, my friend Rebecca has the same disease. It's heartbreaking

Please don't insult Satan's gay cousins like that.

Aubrey

Wait, are you telling me that my Melanie likes Perez?? I can't even comprehend how she could like him. That's just disgusting.

Melanie Larson

It's a drug! I can't stop! The pink background, the gayness, the blue hair...it's all so addictive!

Mostly, I'm glad to have finally made the online transcript of this blog, primarily so that Dan can share his brilliant quote about Satan. It was the best laugh of my day!

ultradave

that's one of the best lines i have heard in years. nice one!

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"The critic is the only independent source of information. The rest is advertising."
— Pauline Kael

"Film lovers are sick people."
— Francois Truffaut

"I hope I strike a blow for chubby bald men everywhere. I hope they rise like an army."
Paul Giamatti, quoted in the Los Angeles Times, 12/14/04

"Let others praise ancient times, I am glad I was born in these."
— Ovid

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Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.
— Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe

Conservatives are not necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservatives.
— John Stuart Mill

We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.
— G.K. Chesterton

We were, for the briefest of moments, something greater than the sum of our uncertain parts; we were youth itself, in all its painful glory and sharp joy.
— Me, Fall 2003

There is a time in the lives of most writers when they are vulnerable, when the vivid dreams and ambitions of childhood seem to pale in the harsh sunlight of what we call the real world. In short, there's a time when things can go either way.
— Stephen King

Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town.
Ask the Dust, John Fante