Super Fab Brah.
I be hittin' on dem smokin' chicks but then gave me emphysema and I wudn't down wit dat, so I stay way from dem smokin' chicks now ya'll.

Ryan, you're like a brother who had sex with his mother.
WORD.

There is no argument. We all know DFW killed himself because he knew he hadn't any talent.

well, my THURSDAY night was interesting.

>go to art festival/party in manhattan
>get real drunk on whiskey
>black out temporarily
>end up with mysterious numbers in my phone and don't know what happened to my friend who drove
>had to take the train home
>still don't know what happened to friend

i feel like a real winner. but im hoping everything turns out okay and those numbers belong to the hot girls i was talking to and my friend is just at home afraid to talk to me because he left me in nyc.

>>2432795
Who the fuck is "Ryan"?

>>2432804
That's a rather interesting story, you should write in your book about it. Now that I mentioned it, how's your book coming along, /lit/?

Bump!

>>2432860
>Now that I mentioned it, how's your book coming along, /lit/?

The pain that question causes me. Oh god! The pain!

I think /lit/ unknowingly enjoyed the way DFW subliminally expressed his struggles with depression in his books.

Perhaps, he was being mocked all along.

>>2432953
Fuck off greese-ball

>>2432982
What's with that attitude bro? Chill down, relax, read some DFW. :-)

>>2432860
Andrew Ryan, you muppet.

>>2432981
What is your problem?

Went out for a meal with my family then went home and fucked my girlfriend, and now it's my birthday.

DFW was the Comedian from Watchmen. He saw the world as empty and futile and knew there was no respite except the sweet embrace of death.

Also his shrink was fucking with his antidepressants and got his brain all fucked up.

>>2433468
If it wasn't for those anti-depressants he would have never wrote Infinite Jest and The Pale King. Even his family confirmed this. Those drugs are some serious shit, they completely change the way you think

>>2433468
To be fair, he was in favour of fucking with his antidepressants as well. DFW was getting old, grumpy, and terrified that his time had passed. All he could see were productive novelists around him who were enjoying far more fame and success: McCarthy, DeLillo, Lethem, Vollman, etc

I get why he committed suicide. He was at a stand still and just shy of 50. That's good enough.

>>2433472

>implying bill vollmann gets more recognition than dfw

>>2433475
>implying DFW would be at all popular if he hadn't killed himself

>>2433476
>implying dfw wasn't popular before he killed himself.

are you joking?

>>2433478
i'd never heard of him.

>>2433475
I certainly enjoy Vollman just as much as I do DFW. And from DFW's perspective, just look at Vollman's output! It's fucking staggering. Vollman makes DFW look like the whitebread whiny pussy he is. (This is coming from a sincere DFW fan--you have to admit what a pussy DFW is.)

>>2433483

don't get me wrong. i like vollmann. i just think dfw was more of recognized name.

>>2433481
he was mentioned a ton in lit magazines, online lit discussion, etc. before he died.

also keep in mind that he was a well-known essayist/non-fiction writer.

If people actually think that Vollmann is better than DFW, then wow...
Who's next? Franzen?

I came home from college for the weekend. I saw a movie with my girlfriend then got steak dinner. Afterwards she blew me in her car while I fingered her asshole. Then we went to walmart. After that I eat her out and rubbed her clit while I kissed her neck in her car for about 40 minutes. She was on her period and period car sex sounded like a horrible idea. I drove home happy.

>>2433512
>while I fingered her asshole

did you taste her poop?

>>2433515
I sniffed my finger while I was driving home. The left middle finger smelled like ass and the right one smelled like pussy so I kept switching between the two. I did lick her ass once but I was drunk and it didn't taste like anything.

>>2433512
You drove home in your girlfriend's car?

What?

I was playing several hours of MW3, then an hour online, then off to bed to watch some old VHS tapes.

Just a few years ago, I used to go clubbing most Friday nights with a large group of friends. ;_;

>>2433731
are you me? if so ... why?

>>2433731

No, we are just 2 similar people. What happened to you, to roon your social life (lol roon)?

>>2433731
People are going out less in general.

>>2433749
what happened? I don't know. More likely a case of what didn't happen ... bonding with new friends
... maintaining relations
... sexual encounters
these days are grave

MY FRIDAY NIGHT
A Short Recount by Anon.

I came home to the news that I had received a high mark for a small journalistic piece I wrote about Sexpo [we receive our grades via email] and shortly after that was messaged by about three people whom I consider very bad writers and they told me they had all received the same high grade. I have suspected for a long time that no one can do any wrong in this course, and so any high grades I do receive never feel well-earned and although I am confident that they are good, my confidence is undermined by the seeming lack of seriousness of the grading.

So after that short lived celebration I was called up by the girl I have been having an unidentified 'thing' with, which pretty much amounts to sex and pretty sounding but ultimately meaningless pillow talk about literature, and again declined to meet up. I was expecting her to blame herself again and start crying about how I didn't think she was attractive anymore, but instead she asked me why we hadn't had sex in the last two or so months and I didn't have a good answer. Nor do I have an answer as to why I haven't masturbated or maintained any kind of meaningful erection outside of haircuts [read on] and wondered if perhaps I am depressed which would explain a lot more than the sudden disappearance of my libido, but thinking about being depressed just makes me depressed so I put it to the back of my mind.

Reaching word limit, cont'd

>>2433769
When it got to around ten I realised I had been reading [Infinite Jest, funnily enough,] and writing and fucking around on the computer for about eight hours and hadn't eaten anything since dinner the night before so I raided the cupboard and fridge and fixed myself a frugal kind of pseudo-macaroni cheese that just tasted like flour and took about two hours longer to make than it really should have, since I can never get the damn cheese sauce to thicken and just keep adding flour, I guess. So I ate, and then like a dumbass decided to check up on an old friend.

We used to be really close, her and I, we never fucked, but we did talk and the thing we had would have been ruined if we had fucked, I think. Anyway, she maintains a tumblr where she posts naked pictures of herself in the name of art with self-inflicted cuts and bruises clearly visible and whines to her 4000 followers about how hard life is, etc etc. I don't know why but I became angry or jealous or depressed or something so I sent her an anonymous message saying how we used to be friends and how I would like to be her friend again but that she probably didn't need me anymore, what with her 4000 new friends and all. Plus she was almost like a sister to me and seeing her naked photos everywhere was weird or depressing or something. I sat there for a bit with the 500 letter-or-less message typed out in the box and hit enter. Immediately she messaged me on Facebook asking if I had sent her the thing on tumblr. I said no and went to bed.

cont'd

nobody cares. this is not a personal blog space. quit engendering sunhawks.

>>2432786
>watched new modern family
>watched The Simpsons repeats
>talked to a few people on facebook
>watched Max Payne (not as good as the games.)
>watched A Prophet (It was Actually pretty good)
>shot the shit with a few people on the internet
>went to sleep listening to Idlewild on my MP3 player.

The motives behind suicide aren't always simple.

DFW had every economic advantage in life. He went to Amherst, had a degree in an esoteric field of Philosophy, and a way with words.

He was still a recovering drunk and only had insights for other bubble-dwellers.

The fundamental conflict in his character seemed to revolve around how intelligent he was but how little talent he had for writing something the average person could relate to in any meaningful way.

If you read about his experiences teaching freshman composition classes you can tell how little he understood about the real world.

Fame took its toll on him as well, but keep in mind he was an alcoholic before he became famous.