#bob fink

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue December 1979 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Eva Voorhees wears a natural Canadian fisher coat by Geoffrey Beene for HBA Furs.

Eva Voorhees porte un manteau de pêcheur (martre) canadien naturel par Geoffrey Beene pour HBA Furs.

Coiffure Bob Fink Makeup/Maquillage Sophie Lévy

Photo Stan Malinowski

vogue archive

[jhsharman]

space race

They change the title card from 'Reggie and Me' to 'Jughead', but it is still Reggie's visage.

Say it aloud. I do not know why you would bother to care to sneak the pause in after 'why', but it is just as correct.

[neonvenom]

I think theyd be best friends tbh

[msclaritea]

Larry Fink is the Chief DEI Officer of the World Economic Forum."

LARRY FINK IS AN ELITE JEW.

HIS COMPANY, BLACKROCK, IS RUN COMPLETELY BY OTHER ELITE JEWS.

THE TRANSGENDER MOVEMENT WAS FINANCED BY THE WORLD ECONOMIC FORUM

DEI WAS INVENTED AS A DIRTY BOMB TO REAL PROGRESS BY THE WEF

BLACKROCK ARE PART OWNERS OF HASBRO WHICH OPERATES CHILDRENS HOSPITALS!

WE NEVER WOULD HAVE FOUND THAT OUT IF THEY HADN'T SO AGGRESSIVELY TRIED TO PUSH RYANGOSLING FOR A DISNEY ROLE OR BE REMINDED THAT THE SAME ACTOR STARRED IN AN ANTISEMETIC FILM, ALSO WRITTEN BY JEWS.

THEY REALLY WENT TOO FAR USING DONALD SUTHERLAND AS SOME SORT OF BLESSING FROM THE GRAVE, OF THE MARXIST ACTIONS OF AMANDLA STEINBERG ... AND YES, SUTHERLAND WAS ALSO LEFTIST. VERY, VERY LEFTIST. I WON'T REPRINT THE INFO HERE, BUT IF YOU'RE READY TO LOSE ANOTHER IDOL, JUST GO TO TWITTER.

THE ATTACKS ON #WOMEN SPORTS RIGHTS FROM TRANSGENDER AND LGBTQ+

THE DESTRUCTION OF CLASSICS THAT USUALLY HAD WHITE MEN, INCLUDING INDIANA JONES, STAR WARS, STAR TREK, DOCTOR WHO, XMEN COMICS, GAMING, RAP, AND MORE COME DIRECTLY FROM THE WEF.

THEY HAVE BEEN STRONGARMING DISNEY TO PUSH THE EXTREMELY TOXIC QUEER AGENDA .

[schwimmtagebuch]

Montag. War kurz vor eins im Wasser, habe mich wohl gefühlt und auf das Wasser gelegt, nach zwei Kilometern sah ich Adam über das Treppchen steigen, konnte es gar nicht glauben, habe im Schwimmen inne gehalten und zu ihm hingeschaut, er hat den Arm gehoben, mein Herz begann zu toben, konnte kaum atmen, bin so schnell wie noch nie zum seichten Ende geschwommen, um mich zu beruhigen. Er hatte sein Brett nicht mit, hat er es in New York verloren, ist einfach los geschwommen wie immer, habe ihn angespritzt, aber er hat es nicht bemerkt, nach zehn Längen ist er stehen geblieben und hat auf mich gewartet. Wir sind schon vorher aneinander vorbei geschwommen, weil er in der sechsten Bahn geblieben ist. Bin ganz ruhig geworden und er hat mehr als sonst gespritzt, bin auf ihn zu geschwommen, er hat nicht gelächelt, ich habe gerufen: Endlich bist du wieder da! Er hat gelacht. Jetzt bist du schon wieder da und die haben noch immer nicht aufgehört…. Er hat überlegt, was ich meinen könnte, dann hat er wieder gelacht. Hat er verstanden, dass ich die NATO meine? Ich glaube nicht. Warum mache ich immer alles falsch? Er hat wieder gelacht. Du bist mir so abgegangen! Er hat sich umgedreht und verlegen gelächelt: Du hast ja deine ganzen Schülergruppen!

Er ist wirklich begeistert, sagt, dass er ganz aus der Form, dass er erst zehn Längen geschwommen und schon außer Puste sei. Dafür bist du aber ganz schön schnell. Bist du dort auch geschwommen? In dem Hotel war ein ganz kleiner Swimmingpool, nur 25 Meter. Meine Schwester hat mir von Asphalt Green erzählt, da gibt es ein Fünzigmeterbecken. Warst du dort? Er lächelt süffisant, NAAAA. Ich erzähle ihm, dass ich einen neuen Job habe, er fragt mich, ob ich dann noch da sei, noch zehn Längen, dann muss ich gehen. Er wirkt irgendwie enttäuscht, sagt, dass er dann wieder eine Pause mache. Wir schwimmen wieder. Ich schwimme elf Längen, er muss mitgezählt haben, weil er stehen bleibt, ich muss noch eine Länge schwimmen, sage zu ihm: Noch eine! Bleibe aber trotzdem stehen, frage ihn, wann er gekommen sei, gestern, ich lache, weil er kaum angekommen ist und schon wieder schwimmt. Er meint, dass er wieder in Form kommen müsse. Plötzlich wirkt er verärgert, als ob er zu viel von sich verraten hätte. Und wenn sich nun heraus stellt, dass er mich noch viel mehr liebt als ich ihn? Vielleicht ist er nur schüchtern. Er will nicht mehr reden, ahnt er, dass ich ihn immer angerufen habe? Ich kenne seine Telefonnummer ja gar nicht, aber irgendwie würde diese experimentelle Nummer so gut zu ihm passen. Heute Morgen ist es mir so vorgekommen, als ob sich die John Cage Nummer geändert habe. Ist es noch dasselbe Stück? Täusche ich mich? Es muss ja nicht sein Anrufbeantworter sein. Ich möchte, dass er mich anruft, habe Helga verboten, mich heute anzurufen. Ich habe mich nicht getäuscht, ich täusche mich nie. Gestern habe ich gehört, wie er zu mir sagt, dass er sich schon so auf die Stadthalle freue. Wozu brauchen wir ein Telefon? Heute in der Früh, im Halbschlaf, habe ich das Telefon läuten gehört, bin deshalb aufgewacht, es war ganz deutlich, aber als ich wach war, war es vorbei. Da halt ich mein Liebchen im Arm…. Eine Inderin ist auf uns zu geschwommen, von der Seite. Habe zu Adam gesagt, dass es schnell wärmer werden sollte, er meinte, dass er die Heizung nicht mehr aufgedreht hätte. Ich auch nicht, aber es schneit ja die ganze Zeit, es ist so kalt. Er hat wieder geradeaus geschaut, da bin ich los geschwommen, weil ich meine letzten Längen schwimmen musste. Er ist auch wieder geschwommen, ich hätte bei ihm bleiben müssen. Er war ein Monat nicht bei mir im Wasser. Habe auf ihn gewartet, er ist aber nicht mehr stehen geblieben. Ich habe mich auf den Beckenrand gesetzt und ihm zugeschaut, er hat seine vollkommenen Wenden genau unter mir gemacht und ist seine Längen geschwommen, es war schon drei Viertel Drei und ich hätte schon längst gehen sollen.

[labyrinthofstreams]

Jewish musicians of the 1960s

✡︎ Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman; May 24, 1941)

✡︎ Lesley Gore (born Lesley Sue Goldstein; May 2, 1946 – February 16, 2015)

✡︎ Leonard Cohen (September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)

✡︎ Barbra Streisand (born April 24, 1942)

✡︎ Marty Balin (born Martyn Jerel Buchwald; January 30, 1942 – September 27, 2018) and Jorma Kaukonen (born December 23, 1940) of Jefferson Airplane

✡︎ Robby Krieger (born January 8, 1946) of The Doors

✡︎ Paul Simon (born October 13, 1941) and Art Garfunkel (born November 5, 1941) of Simon & Garfunkel

✡︎ Phil Ochs (December 19, 1940 – April 9, 1976)

✡︎ Cass Elliot (born Ellen Naomi Cohen; September 19, 1941 – July 29, 1974) of The Mamas & The Papas

✡︎ Mary (December 28, 1948 – January 19, 2024) and Elizabeth Weiss (born November 27, 1946) of The Shangri-Las

✡︎ Neil Diamond (born January 24, 1941)

✡︎ Janis Ian (born Janis Eddy Fink; April 7, 1951)

✡︎ Robbie Robertson (born Jaime Royal Robertson; July 5, 1943 – August 9, 2023) of The Band

✡︎ Gary Hirsh (March 9, 1940 – August 17, 2021), Barry Melton (born June 14, 1947), Joseph Allen "Country Joe" McDonald (born January 1, 1942), and David Cohen (born August 4, 1942) of Country Joe and the Fish

✡︎ Manfred Mann (born Manfred Sepse Lubowitz; October 21, 1940)

[prettywitchiusaka]

So let's get this one out of the way, first; Lauren Powell Jobs. It's come to my attention that not only was she the other majority shareholder in Disney (until recently), but that she and Larry Fink we're also bribing Bob Iger to tank Disney ON PURPOSE so Apple could buy them out.

In other words, those speculations about caproate sabotage at Disney!? Yeah, it's real!

So yeah, Bob Iger can go fuck himself and I hope it's enough to trigger a massive shareholders change at Disney.

This is intolerable!

[theromanticscrooge]

I've been debating whether or not Shannon could convince Fink to go for mani-pedis if the manicurist offered to give Fink wolverine claws like Louise has in the shanghaied episode of Bob's Burgers.

Its not that Fink thinks its too girly. Its that this is going with Shannon instead of Professor Venomous.

Fink and Darrell have an established dynamic. I've been sitting on fic ideas exploring what a one-on-one between Fink and pretty much any of the other Box bots would look like, as well as what happens when she actually gets along with Boxman. My current percolating idea is a dad-daughter bonding day between Boxman, Fink, and Shannon. I'm either writing this or drawing it at some point, lol.

I should include Raymond too, but I really want to focus on Shannon and Fink.

[loueale]

GQ May 1979 Photo Bruce Weber Stylist Julie Britt Models Jeff Aquilon, Mariel Hemingway Hair Bob Fink Makeup Way Bandy

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 28: Werewolf🐺

Werewolf!Bob Fink X Female Reader. A little bit of role-playing. Lycantrophy. AU: Werewolves. Some suggestive spicy content. Some playful fluff. Werewolves of London.

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☆●~The Big Bad Wolf~●☆

Your coworker Bob Fink has invited you out for a night out in the town and you agree. As the night goes on and the moon rises, you slowly see Bob's true nature.....and you love it!

You were invited by Bob Fink to go out for a night on the town and you eagerly accepted. You had a mad crush on your coworker and thought that this was your perfect chance to finally confess your true feelings to the mysterious Bob.

You got dressed up in a gorgeous red dress complete with a red hood and cape and black Mary Janes. You admired yourself in the mirror with a smile.

"A sexy version of Red Riding Hood" You Smiled to yourself. You grabbed your purse and handbag, making your way to the door. You opened the door to be greeted by Bob Fink himself.

"Bob! Hi!" You Greeted, a blush coming to your cheeks as you stared at his handsome face.

"Hey Y/N!" Greeted Bob, his eyes roaming up and down, taking the sight of you in the dress before smirking.

"You're beautiful in that dress" Remarked Bob and you blushed even harder at his compliment.

"Thank you Bob, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight" You Replied. A pink blush came to Bob's cheeks and he chuckled.

"Aw don't make me blush!" Smiled Bob, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You both shared a laugh together as you two headed out into the town.

It was a perfect night out. You both got drinks at the local pub, fooled around in the arcade before moving on to the next pub, grabbing a few drinks there before going to the local chippy and getting some food to snack on as the two of you made your way to next pub.

"Mmmmm....the chicken tenders are delicious" You Remarked, taking a bite out of the crispy chicken tender dipped in garlic sauce.

You watched as Bob munched on some doner meat he ordered, he was wolfing it down! You looked up to see the sky illuminated by a bright full moon.

"Wow! A full moon and it's October? Spooky time!" You Smiled as you dipped your chicken tender into the pot of garlic sauce before taking a big bite outta it.

Bob momentarily looked up to the full moon and he stared at it intensely, a strip of doner meat still caught between his teeth as continued to stare at the moon.

"Bob?" You Asked. Bob turned with an soft growl before clearing his throat to speak.

"Yeah?" Asked Bob, quickly eating the strip of meat hungrily.

"You okay?" You Asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah I'm good.....just nice moon out tonight" Replied Bob awkwardly and you chuckled.

"Well okay! Shall we walk on?" You Asked.

"Sure sure" Answered Bob and the two of you continued to walk on until you both reached the nearby wooded park. It was there you heard Bob let out a yelp in pain.

You turned just in time to see a change come over Bob, his eyes no longer blue but golden yellow like those of a wolf. His teeth had started to grow sharp along with his nails which turned to claws. He was looking like a real Wolfman and he was looking at you intensely, growling softly.

"I don't wanna hurt you Y/N, so I'm telling you now.......RUN. Run now or something bad will happen...." Growled Bob.

You instead did something that shocked him. You let out a delighted squeal and ran to him, cupping his face and staring at him with lovestruck eyes.

"Are you....a werewolf Bob?" You Asked.

"Uhhh.....yeah obviously" Replied Bob, confused.

"Oh my god I love werewolves!" You Cried.

"You do?" Asked Bob, still a little unsure.

"Oh my god yes! Werewolves are so freaking hot!" You Cried excitedly. Bob seemed to grow more confident, giving you a toothy wolfish grin.

"So, Little Red Riding Hood likes Big Bad Wolves does she?" Smirked Bob. You gave him a flirty wink.

"Maybe she does" You Replied.

"Well, I'm the Big Bad Wolf of London and you Red Riding Hood are looking very gorgeous tonight" Smirked Bob, slowly backing you up against the tree.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big eyes you have!" You Exclaimed.

"All the better to see you with my dear" Replied Bob.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big ears you have!" You Exclaimed.

"All the better to hear you with my dear" Replied Bob.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big teeth you have!" You Exclaimed.

Bob gave you a big toothy grin, showing off his sharp teeth.

"All the better to eat you up my dear" Replied Bob and he leaned in, kissing you passionately.

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[chicinsilk]

US Vogue December 1979 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Melanie Cain wears a natural golden Russian sable coat from Halston for Ben Kahn.

Melanie Cain porte un manteau de zibeline russe dorée naturelle de Halston pour Ben Kahn.

Coiffure Bob Fink Makeup/Maquillage Sophie Lévy Photo Stan Malinowski vogue archive

[tobiasdrake]

We've had a hell of a day and I want to go home. And pour one out for a dear friend.

His death is a heavy weight on all of our hearts. He will be sorely missed. By us. By the Master Detectives. By every booze retailer in town. Truly, Kanai Ward is lesser without him.

That doesn't sound like good guy talk. We've succeeded in bringing an end to the internal strife plaguing Amaterasu, and helped Makoto to consolidate his power into an unapproachable citadel of control.

...let's hope for the best! d(^_^d)

EVERYBODY DIED MAKOTO.

Our boss DIED.

The scientist we were supposed to question DIED.

Vivia LIVED and he's mad about it.

I'm glad you're happy but this was a complete shitshow on my end. Even if you wind up being a well-meaning saint I still kind of hate you for manipulating us into this.

Yomi manipulated Yakou into killing Huesca. Makoto manipulated Yuma into distracting Yomi. The entire Nocturnal Agency was the ball in a game of power between these two rich dipshits today.

I'm mad about it and I want to hit something, but I'm powerless in the face of the corporate machinations that have taken place here. All I can do is go home, cry about it, and pour my grief into a big pot of my arsenic and battery acid stew. T_T It was Chief's favorite.

Maybe YOUR FACE is just a rumor.

...

That comeback hits so much differently when delivered to a man never seen without a mask. At this time, Makoto's face is, in fact, a rumor. There exists no evidence of it being real.

So what I'm hearing is "Anywhere but the Restricted Area." Not the Restricted Area, where we're at now, but the Restricted Area Restricted Area. The one nobody ever goes to, not even Peacekeepers, but there are allegedly shipments of corpses being trucked in.

Where we will most likely find the secret secret lab, instead of this classified secret lab.

Of course, even trying to go there at all is fucking reckless. I don't know how we're going to sell that to Yak--

...

...

T_T

Makoto, that looks like a ring box. So help me, if the next words out of your mouth are "You can give this to Kurumi when you propose" then I'm going straight to prison in the cell next to Yomi.

Yomi: The hell are you in for? Yuma: Punched Makoto square in the dick.

I hope it's a bomb.

I mean. I do not. Hope it's a bomb. For obvious reasons. Because I do not want to open a bomb present.

But if it is a bomb, then at least we'll be able to brush away the ambiguity and know exactly where to stand on the Makoto subject. I would rather know that he's the enemy than continue to have to wonder.

Halara, Yakou's been stone dead for at least ten minutes. You can stop with the chest compressions. There isn't a medical technician in this world that can bring him back from what I-- uh, the deadly assassin Fink did to him.

In seriousness, I talk a lot about how much of a poser Halara is. That they are not an emotionless stoic mercenary but try very hard to give off the image of an emotionless stoic mercenary. The traumatized desperation visible in Halara's unceasing attempts to resuscitate a body that has to be cold by now speaks volumes to the character buried beneath their façade.

We'll go home and pour one out for him.

...does anyone else drink alcohol in this group? We may wind up pouring a lot out for him.

It's okay. We got to say our goodbyes. Don't ask what that means.

BESTIE NO. There's a very important moment of frozen time in recent events! If you make me have to do the Mystery Labyrinth and kill Yakou all over again, then so help me I will give you passive-aggressive silence for at least three days.

...

Come to think of it, Fubuki would be a perfect lifehack answer to the whole "Mystery Labyrinth reaps the soul of the victim" conundrum. We use the Labyrinth, find the deeply held secrets, and then grab her hand and skip back a few seconds over that frozen moment. Bob's your uncle, we know everything and no one had to die for it.

Fubuki can fix the central moral conundrum baked into the premise.

No, he's been through a lot. We spent hours undergoing an important emotional and philosophical journey five minutes ago. He's exhausted. I can't blame him.

This is, once again, the recurring theme. The Mystery Labyrinth reveals tons of information but doesn't help. Whoop-de-dee, we learned about Yomi's corruption in the most secret hidden truth the Labyrinth held. Didn't matter. Makoto already got that information another way and confronted Yomi without our involvement.

The effect is mitigated only because Yakou was already dying. But otherwise it'd be another reaping of a soul for no goddamn reason whatsoever. In chapters 1 and 2, we reaped souls that didn't deserve it. In 3 and 4, the killings we committed contributed nothing of value whatsoever to the predicaments we were in.

Going into the Mystery Labyrinth never does anything good. How could it? It's a murder weapon. That's all it can be. I've been saying non-stop about the Peacekeepers that they are an institution of violence that exists for the sole purpose of violence and cannot be anything but violence. The same is true of the Mystery Labyrinth.

It only exists to kill.

Oh good, Kurumi's here to offer half-informed advice about how it's super-virtuous that Yuma's killing people like this.

Okay Kurumi, I'm not gonna be too hostile 'cause I like you now. Let's hear what you've got.

Oh, no, that has nothing to do with us. Don't even try to blame yourself for that.

In fact, it's the biggest irony of the case. After all that fuss we made, running out the door and trusting that his lanky bones won't keep up with us, it barely even mattered. Yakou's plan for tonight's entertainment was to round everyone up and take them to the same place I snuck out to visit anyway.

In fact, if we hadn't roped Makoto into our shenanigans, everything would have played out the way Yomi planned it, and it would have ended with all of us being shot Halara putting a few more dead cops on my tab.

If you think about it that way, your questionable plan to go ask Makoto to his face if he's doing shady shit was the curve ball that saved the day, Kurumi. You should take a victory lap. You gambled it all on black and came away with a big score.

In a roundabout butterfly-effect chain-reaction sort of way, Kurumi Wendy took down Yomi Hellsmile. Don't fuck with high school girls, man. They're feral.

Do YOU have the answer to Photo Lady's identity!?

Kurumi, you are this close to getting Best Informant in Kanai Ward validation from me. That's not an accomplishment. You're the only informant in Kanai Ward. But still.

BOOM, Photo Lady. Figured it was something like that.

Unfortunately, Huesca was conspiring with Yomi, the head of the Peacekeepers. So. Obviously. The Peacekeepers weren't going to arrest Huesca over it, were they?

No, when you're in a pincer trap like that, there's only one outcome. She fell off a balcony onto some bullets. Accidental death.

Yakou is no different from the Theater Girls in chapter 2. Someone close to him was murdered in a city where justice is a farce. Abusers thrive and victims get fucked. Even murder's just part of the game that unchecked capitalism is playing on its people. What other recourse did he possibly have?

When murder gets rewarded and cries for justice are brutally punished, the only option left to you is to become a murderer.

It explains a lot about his behavior since we got here. Ever since the WDO burdened him with this huge investigation, Yakou's position has effectively been, "Guys, I'm begging you, PLEASE don't get me killed before I do."

I'm not onboard with the overarching message of "Conviction is more important than being right or wrong," which keeps getting brought up. I think a lot of people have done terrible things with absolute conviction in what they were doing. It's good to doubt yourself and question if you're making the right choices.

But as a character beat, I respect this for Yakou. I honestly think, like the Theater Girls, Yakou did nothing wrong. But I can believe that Yakou believed that what he was doing was immoral. That on some level, a part of him was like, "Dude, we're really going to go full murder-suicide?"

But he chose to follow his feelings and do what his gut wanted him to do, even if it's "bad". He was true to himself, to the very end. That's why he was able to face Shinigami's oblivion with a smile on his face.

In a roundabout way, I think Yakou came close to my own philosophy of morality. He just phrased it differently.

[152glasslippers]

take care: a kastle angst playlist

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[theogclownboy]

Bob? *I mutter* Oh! The cat! I haven't played that in a long time... - Irl me

me neither... It's been... I fink a year?- Zeek

[midnightcowboy1969]

My bookshelf

Hey, @beanifred <3 So, here's a big peak at my bookshelf (way too many books as I said)

Beginning with my treasures:

The "Real" Bob Steele and a man called "Brad" by Bob Nareau

The Photostory of "Battling Bob" Bob Steele by Mario DeMarco

2. The Columbo Collection

Just One More thing by Peter Falk

The Grassy Knoll by William Harrington (my enemy)

Murder by the Book by Steven Bochco

And now there's chaos:

3.

Psycho 1 & 2 and Night-World by Robert Bolch (Norwegian edition)

Stand on Zanzibar by John Brunner

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick

The Body Snatcher by Jack Finney

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Trash by Dorothy Allison (lesbian but at what cost)

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

The Buddah of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi

Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman (I also have American Gods but I cannot find it)

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Rosemary's Baby by Ira Levin

The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin

The Complete Short Stories: Hercule Poirot by Agatha Christie

Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell

The Hunter by Richard Stark

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The System by John Burke (novelization)

Alien Nation by Alan Dean Foster (novelization)

Edge of the City by Fredrick Pohl (novelization)

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

Babysitter by Joyce Carol Oates

A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

The Collector by John Fowels

Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier (Norwegian edition)

2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke (novelization)

Ninteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell

East of Eden by John Steinbeck

Jaws by Peter Benchley

Wanderer by Sterling Hayden (the actor)

The Wicker Man by Robin Hardy & Anthony Shaffer (Novelization (?))

Dark Matter by Blake Crouch

4.

Terror by Dan Simmons

Papillon 1 & 2 by Henri Charrière (Norwegian editions)

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers (book of all time)

The Member of the Wedding by Carson McCullers

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Midnight Cowboy by John L. Herlihy

Shooting Midnight Cowboy by Glenn Frankel

Cape Fear by John D. McDonald (watch the movies)

The Bretheren by John Grisham (Norwegian edition)

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Marlow Murder Club by Robert Thorgood

Glitz by Elmore Leonard (Norwegian edition)

The Big Sleep and Other Novels by Raymond Chandler (the other novels are Farwell My Lovely and The Long Goodbye)

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Client by John Grisham (Norwegian edition)

Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman

The Man Who Died Twice by Richard Osman

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Legion (Exorcist 2) by William Peter Blatty

La Peste by Albert Camu (Norwegian edition)

Welcome to Night Vale by Joseph Fink & Jeffery Cranor (not read)

The Wonder Boy of Whistle Stop by Fannie Flagg

The Day of the Dolphin by Robert Merle

Local Hero by David Benedictus (novelization)

The Glass Cage by Colin Wilson

American Psycho by Brett E. Ellis

Fools Die by Mario Puzo (Norwegian edition)

The Godfather by Mario Puzo

The Sicilian by Mario Puzo (Norwegian edition)

5.

Fire & Blood by George R.R. Martin (Norwegian edition) + Four different Game of Thrones books in Norwegian

The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

Dragon Keeper by Robin Hobb

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Enders Game by Orson Scott Card

The Betsy by Harold Robbins (Norwegian edition)

Aliens by Alan Dean Foster (novelization)

Master and Commander by Patrick O'Brian

The Auctioneer by Joan Samson

Timeline by Michael Crichton

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Charlotte's Web by E.B. White

Red Dragon by Thomas Harris

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Dune, The Children of Dune and God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert

Hitchiker's Guide to the Galxy by Douglas Adams

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

6.

Trumpet by Jackie Kay

Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman (short story collection that made me dislike short stories)

Mr. Monk in Trouble by Lee Goldberg (my enemy)

Mr. Monk and the Dirty Cop by Lee Goldberg (I hate him)

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Wolf

Oranges are not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

The Perks of being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Maurice by E. M. Forster

The Case of the Gilded Lily by Erle Stanley Gardner (Norwegian edition)

The Case of the Glamorous Ghost by Erle Stanley Gardner (Norwegian edition)

Something Happened by Joseph Heller

Marathon Man by William Goldman

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy

Skulduggery Pleasant: Playing with Fire by Derek Landy

The Hunting Party by Lucy Foley (Norwegian edition)

The Guest List by Lucy Foley

The Paris Apartment by Lucy Foley

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry

The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurt

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid (Norwegian edition)

The Taking of Pelham One Two Three by John Godey (bad)

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion by Fannie Flagg

Killing Time by Della Van Hise (Star Trek Spinoff Spirk book)

Star Trek: Department of Temportal Investigations: Forgotten History by Christopher L. Bennet

Star Trek Deep Space Nine: The Missing by Una McCormack

Star Trek Enterprise: Rise of the Federation: Uncertain Logic by Christopher L. Bennett

7. Stephen King Collection

Outsider

If it Bleeds

On Writing

Blaze

Carrie

The Stand

Hearts in Atlantis (Norwegian edition)

The Tommyknockers

Cujo

Thinner (Norwegian edition)

The Shining

Night Shift

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon (Norwegian edition)

Dreamcatcher

Doctor Sleep

Rose Madder

Pet Sematary

Christine

Salem's Lot

Dolores Claiborne (Norwegian edition)

The Bachman Books

The Institute

Insomnia

Misery

Finders Keepers

End of Watch

Firestarter

The Body

Needful Things (Norwegian edition)

Bag of Bones

8. Not pictured

A collection of Sherlock Holmes books

Many Hardy Boys books

Chilly Scenes of Winter by Ann Beattie

Some comic books

I believe this is approximately everything lol.

My dream is to have a small cozy rooms dedicated to the books I own. It won't happen any time soon.

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Emil Rensing, photographed by Elena Seibert, 2001

My mentor: Emil Rensing 

Emil Rensing changed my life. I’ve been lucky that as I’ve gotten older instead of completely settling in (though there’s naturally a lot of that too) there are folks around me that kept me from thinking “old.” Scott Webb and the Nickelodeon promo team, the Fred/Alan gang, the great artists and writers in my cartoon lives. But, I must say, I think when the consumer internet came buzzing, I was just about ready to turn off my brain to it and let the yung’uns take over. Jed Simmons tried to stop me, but I was tired, I was done. Then came Emil. 

For many years, like everyone else, my mentors had been older me (excepting Bob Pittman, my original MTV boss, who was two years younger). But when I was almost 50, it flipped on me. And the first kid that started teaching me a lot of stuff was... Emil Rensing. 

Emil has a number of super powers, not the least being a superior, raw intelligence. He’s a computer engineer, sure (he was one of the early employees of the then-revolutionary AOL), but... My experience has been there are engineers who know how to invent things, build things, fix things, but there are few who understand the human who use those things. On the other hand, the folks who can comprehend humans, don’t often have grasp on where technology is going, they can only figure out where it’s been (I’m probably on that spectrum). Emil, he can connect the dots. It’s seems simple when I’m writing this, but trust me it’s not. Emil appreciates, deduces, discerns, interprets, recognizes, penetrates. Emil sees. 

Emil and I met in 1999, but here’s the quick backstory. 

After a try at becoming a record producer, a stint in country radio and cable television, I had somehow or other found myself happily, thrillingly, in the cartoon business. Then, a few months after insisting to a friend that I was happy just learning to be an independent cartoon producer, the internet was for others, I became the first/only president of MTV Networks Online. Just like any other occupation I’ve had, I had no idea what I was doing. 

A friend from the animation biz, Charlie Fink, someone always interested in ‘what’s next,’ had left Hollywood and joined the early, money losing, what-the-fuck-is-this-internet-thing. He suggested I meet a young engineer –Signore Rensing– he’d worked with. I did, and even though –maybe because!– Emil was 25 years younger, I asked him to join my team, he did. 

It’s hard for me to say what happened in the next year, but for me, it was confusing. The company didn’t really want to succeed in the internet, they just wanted some of that internet moolah that was floating around, and I still didn’t know what I was doing other than occupying space. Soon enough, it was clear to me I couldn’t move the company in any useful direction, so it was equally clear I had to quit. When I told Emil I was leaving he announced he’d quit earlier that day. 

Frederator/NY announcement posters by Hatch Show Print, Nashville

Spontaneously, I blurted, “let’s start a company together. You keep showing me what the internet will mean to me and I’ll you how to make TV shows.” He agreed and we were in business. Frederator Studios –Eric Homan and Kevin Kolde– kept the cartoon fires burning (My Life as a Teenage Robot, Random! Cartoons, Fanboy and Chum Chum, Adventure Time, et cetera) and we started a media/internet consultancy in New York.  The details don’t matter, we did some good work, we made some TV shows, we started some of the early internet video successes, eventually we started, then sold, yet another new company that paced the world in the new vision of streaming video. 

Next New Networks, founded by Emil Rensing & Fred Seibert, posters by Frank Olinsky

Most importantly, Emil kept me young, kept me smart, helped set my stage for the next 20+ years. Emil Rensing changed my life. 

Thank you buddy. xxoo 

I’ve posted often about my mentors, the people I’ve learned the most from. And I’ve noted how often how many of them beg to differ as to whether or not I should credit them as such. So, I’ve calmed down in my titling. But still…