If I ever meet Michael Robbins I hope I can say to them, “Dude. You are F’ed up.” And I hope he smiles and says, “Thanks.” Everything is nonsense in Alien vs. Predator. Yet it seems to make sense when it clearly does not make sense. (Or does it?) His words are strung together in a pattern of letters and words and grammar and punctuation and lines on a page that are alive and moving and telling a story and flowing and just assaulting the […]