Hi. I'm Justin. I write (for a living and for fun), and somehow it's all gonna work itself out.
The Apollo Theater, New York City, 1970s
As I wait breathlessly to watch the final Bill Hader episode of SNL, here’s an old draft I wrote in 2010 about Stefon and meta-comedy that never...
Fantastic Four #341 by Walter Simonson
I had Ghostbusters going during an inking marathon today, so I took 10 minutes and threw this together.
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I’ll write a script, with various parts that can be played by different people, that we will read...

Thanks Tumblr. I thought we had this great relationship going on where I would find and post the kind of pop culture ephemera that passes by every day. And then I had to go and discover all these goddamn style blogs. In particular the mens style blogs, what with their handsome suits, exquisite ensambles, classic looks, master tailors and easily photographed confidence.
Now I’m convinced I need to become a writer, not for the novel pursuit of offering a literary landmark, but for the sole purpose of having money to amass a gentlemanly wardrobe. Still have to figure out the exact, you know, writing, part of it (still a little fuzzy on books vs. scripts).
So, thanks Tumblr. You sharply dressed jerk.
[Photo credit: Street Etiquette]
“How to be a writer” (Molly Backes)
This is a great piece that has been making the rounds across the Interwebs thanks to writerly types. And with good reason, it’s fantastic. I never would have stopped to think (maybe some day) how much being a bored latch-key kid helped my imagination and helped me become a writer.
This, while being an excellent explainer on hotel security and DSK’s legal strategy, also has some powerfully snarky elements. Read the whole thing for the last two graphs alone.
“Hotel Keycard of I.M.F. Chief May Tell a Tale”
H/T Megan McCarthy