Come spectate upon a rousing game of Stephen King plot or Adult Swim show in which I read a brief synopsis and you tell me if I’m describing the plot of a Stephen King book or of a TV show on the ridiculously Stephen King-like network Adult Swim.

My guest today is Gordon Highland.


It’s time for another (the first ever) round of Bukowski or Bukkake, in which I show you a magnified image and you tell me if it’s a picture of the pock-riddled face of writer and poet Charles Bukowski or the cock-ridden disgrace at the center of a bukkake.

My guest today is Gordon Highland:


I’m not religious, so reading what could be called a religious book goes against the expected content on this channel (a channel, need I remind you, that sometimes features a character called the Heavenly Feather, which is a, yes, heavenly feather). But this book is different. It’s more history than religious. Much is discussed about Jesus the Christ, but what about Jesus the person? Got your attention yet? This is what Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth by Reza Aslan explores. And it’s incredible. Even to a non-religious person like me. The worldly origins of otherworldly belief systems is very interesting to me.


I review The Girl in the Picture: The Story of Kim Phuc, the Photograph, and the Vietnam War by Denise Chong. I apologize in advance for being offensive during the first 1 minute of the video.


My preferred genre is literary fiction

For the sake of simplicity let’s say that literary fiction does two things: 1) focuses on character relationships and development over plot and 2) leverages a heightened use of language, sometimes almost poetic.

This means you can have literary versions of any genre. Literary fantasy. Literary sci-fi. Literary romance. Literary horror. And on and on. And I’ve read all of those. For me, the setting (as in the case of sci-fi) nor the mood (as in the case of horror) doesn’t matter as long as the book is doing more than simply telling a story. I want a story of characters told beautifully.

Find out more about the My Genre Project here:

Create your own My Genre Project video, and tell me about the video so I can add it to the My Genre Project playlist. Notify me via Twitter (@calebjross).

The playlist can be found here:

What is your preferred genre and why?

Give your most impassioned pitch for why you like reading in a particular genre. I will then compile all of the videos into a My Genre Project playlist. The goal is to have a collection of videos to represent the most engaging qualities for each genre. This playlist can hopefully act as a starting point for readers looking to dig into new genres.

1. What is the genre? 

2. Give us some examples of your favorite books in this genre

3. Why do you love this genre? 

4. Tell me about the video so I can add it to my playlist. Leave a comment below or notify me via Twitter (@calebjross)

5. Tell all the booktubers you know. The more responses we have, the more helpful and fun this playlist will be.

6. Finally, title your video with the genre first then the phrase “My Genre Project” following.

I’ve already started the tag with my own video which you can watch here:

View the My Genre Project playlist here:

A riff on the cheesey classroom filmstrips of the 1950s-60s wherein we learn how to pour the perfect pint of beer from a bottle. Also, you may learn a few tips on how to pick up women…bottle-shaped women.


If you ask for public consumption of your art you must also accept public reaction.

Day Two (point five) of Insanity Workout

Yesterday, I spoke too soon. Today sucked. Probably my least successful day. I just plain ran out of energy. I had to stop 3/4ths into the warm up, for fuck’s sake. Did I apostrophize that fuck correctly?

Day One (point five) of Insanity Workout

Per some previous posts you’ll know that I had to stop my Insanity routine due to a minor ball-cutting surgery. Well, I’m back, and I must say that this first day back felt like the best workout day I’ve ever had. It was nice. I’m happy to be back.

See hair in Turkey, skulls in Paris, an Arm in Maryland, several penises in Iceland, and human skin pants in Iceland, really Iceland again? You can even visit a few strange human part themed roadside attractions in my novel I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin.


…congenital plagiarists put so much more work into camouflaging their plagiarism than it would take just to write up an assignment from conceptual scratch. It usually seems like plagiarists aren’t lazy so much as kind of navigationally insecure. They have trouble navigating without a detailed map’s assurance that somebody has been this way before them. — Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace