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I am only gradually coming to appreciate the magnitude of John Hodgman's brilliance. Hodgman, a former literary agent, sometime expert for the Daily Show, voice of the PC in those Mac ads, and most recently the author of an almanac of complete world knowledge, is just a really phenomenally cool guy. He's so cool, in fact, that the audiobook version of his almanac (which was briefly free on iTunes around the holidays) consists of the man himself reading the book, aided by musical accompaniment from none other than his friend and frequent collaborator Jonathan Coulton, who for those not in the know is another particularly brilliant guy (although not, it should be made clear, a guy with brilliance equal in magnitude to Hodgman.)
Bruce Campbell's first book If Chins Could Kill, has been sitting in my bathroom for a few weeks now. I didn't put it there, but since its just been lying around I've been making my way through it piecemeal. Its not Shakespeare or anything, but its eminently readable, with short chapters just perfect for polishing off in a single sitting. And the last chapter, or rather the acknowledgments, makes mention of the fact that the book would never have come to be if a certain literary agent named John Hodgman had not read some things on Campbell's website and convinced him that he could sell a book if he wanted to.
Do you see what I am saying? Is it not enough that John Hodgman's book is a compendium of complete world knowledge (which include: matters historical, matters literary, matters cryptozoological, hobo matters, food, drink, & cheese (a kind of food), squirrels & lobsters & eels, haircuts, utopia, what will happen in the future, and most other subjects)? I have no other way to say this but to say that if you are not reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
hodgman_rss then you, my friend, are missing out. Or, as the man himself might render it: you, my friend, are MISSING OUT.
Bruce Campbell's first book If Chins Could Kill, has been sitting in my bathroom for a few weeks now. I didn't put it there, but since its just been lying around I've been making my way through it piecemeal. Its not Shakespeare or anything, but its eminently readable, with short chapters just perfect for polishing off in a single sitting. And the last chapter, or rather the acknowledgments, makes mention of the fact that the book would never have come to be if a certain literary agent named John Hodgman had not read some things on Campbell's website and convinced him that he could sell a book if he wanted to.
Do you see what I am saying? Is it not enough that John Hodgman's book is a compendium of complete world knowledge (which include: matters historical, matters literary, matters cryptozoological, hobo matters, food, drink, & cheese (a kind of food), squirrels & lobsters & eels, haircuts, utopia, what will happen in the future, and most other subjects)? I have no other way to say this but to say that if you are not reading
hodgman_rss then you, my friend, are missing out. Or, as the man himself might render it: you, my friend, are MISSING OUT.
