As far as afflictions go, the one I am forever doing battle with is one that seems downright quaint and dare I say . . without entering the hyperbolic chamber . . . stoic? I can't lie. And I'm not just talking about my hips either. Nah . . that there refers to all five… Continue reading Has “Shark Week” Jumped Itself?
In honor of Independence Day, I felt like jumping into the pool of patriotism and taking a swim. And then the feeling passed and I decided to compile a list of my favorite Presidents. Which is basically the same shit, really. Before I get to this Presidential list 'o mine, I've a couple thoughts about… Continue reading Going 4th with my Oval Fixation
I'm an ad man's worst nightmare. That's because I know better. Whereas some peeps tend to suffer from a curious hyper-extension of their common sense when it comes to consumerist coitus, I tend to stick to the less common part of the equation. The part that knows it's being sold a bill of goods. It… Continue reading There’s a reason the important things are priceless