We all justify our shit. Some of us do it for sporting reasons, as we don't want to let our opponent (us) sense our weakness. Because that is, after all, anathema to any competitive endeavor worth suiting up for. And self analysis isn't simply a sport, it's a collision sport . . sprinkled in therapy… Continue reading Food (For Mindless) Thought
Remember that girlfriend you had in high school who was constantly pulling you around by the leash? She'd break your heart one week only to pick up all the pieces inside the next? And every time you thought you'd finally learned your lesson, every time you'd talked yourself into never going back to her, she… Continue reading 635 Reasons to Love Cleveland
The world seems to be going to Hades in a howitzer. We have the looming specter of nuclear winters, climate expanded summers and a ubiquitous fall from grace in the United States of Twitter. So why shouldn't I rail on fucking cart attendants? Namely, my man Robert. And if you ain't down with the snark in that… Continue reading Losing My Own Personal Cold War
The Museum at Bethel Woods is the good acid. Because it will trip you out inside the time spent, with no shitty side effects. Yanno . . like ending up in the ER, or dying. I could go through a good many different sentiments in regards to the forty five minute gallivant me and Q took… Continue reading 3 Days In Woodstock
I decided not to play fantasy football this season, because I don't feel like cursing players I don't even know. Besides, I finished first in my league last year and I'm fucking tired, yanno? You might wonder why I wouldn't want to defend my title, and to that I answer with this. By not playing,… Continue reading Mostly Fearless NFL Predictions!
In a recent interview, Wednesday and Thursday were asked to describe Tuesday's best attribute. They replied in unison, "It ain't Monday,". Now, maybe this has something to do with the fact that Wednesday and Thursday are so close . . they're practically inseparable. But I do believe they have a point, yanno? Tuesday could do… Continue reading Tricking out my Tuesday
As with most things recreational, I tend to binge. Books, tennis, pain pills and yes . . movies. It doesn't matter as to the method,- Amazon Prime, HBO, Redbox or the theater- I tend to gorge myself in concentrated pockets. My movie binging tends to take the place of regular bi'ness, since I can't seem… Continue reading Cinema Parenthesio