I wanted to keep it light this week, so my question is: when the world ends, what’s the one tangible thing you hope will still be around?
Of course, it would be great if stuff like compassion for your fellow man and a working sense of humor still existed, but we all know those aren’t the important things. What we all want to know is where will we find the stockpiles of Shin Black microwaveable ramen; blue Monster; or – my personal favorite – Juicy Fruit?
Since I’ve already plugged Juicy Fruit three times now, I’ll share my only other obsession: Pringles. Yes, Sour Cream & Onions is a great flavor, but I’m thinking those containers could probably be fashioned as some sort of improvised weapon. Read more...
What did I wake up to this morning? Was it the sunlight breaking through the cracks of my blinds? Or was it the serene sound of recorded birds from my alarm clock? The answer is neither.
I woke up to the sound of a small child banging on a makeshift drum kit composed of pots and pans. Yes, I was torn from my sweet, sweet slumber by what I hope to be a future famous drummer who will look back and donate a portion of his earnings to the neighbor he constantly kept awake.
Hey, I’m probably making a mountain out of a molehill here, but I’d like to get some confirmation: what’s some of your worst experiences with neighbors?
IRIS: I wrote a previous blog about “Mr. Cranky” who called the police on us about our barking dog and we don’t even have a dog. He’s known as “Hitler” around the neighborhood. Read more...
Sifting through the basement the other day, I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of an old friend: me at age eleven. Drawings. Short stories. Collected little trinkets that together shaped a young boy, a young boy that once was me. Oddly, he seemed unrecognizable, fixated on topics or themes I’m no longer interested in. I could trace a path from that person to the one sitting here typing this now, but there felt like no direct connection. He was very much into science – obsessed with the notion of cloning. Special powers. Magick. It was, by and large, a phase. It was not the only phase in my life, but most certainly, this was one of them. These days, I tend to be more interested in things that are slightly more grounded. Read more...
I recently binged on HBO’s TRUE DETECTIVE after weeks of water cooler talk and still managing to avoid any spoilers. Looking back at reactions I’d read way before starting the show, I saw many people claiming that TD was much ‘darker’ than other shows/movies they were used to seeing.
Having now seen it all, I can confidently say I didn’t once get that feeling. Was it lines like “I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution” evoking these reactions? Because that’s not that bad and the murder scenes in NBC’s HANNIBAL are much more graphic. On the darker side of things, sure – but was it really that far off on that end of the spectrum? Nah.
By your standards, what’s a ‘dark’ movie/show/book? And why? Read more...
By the time you read this, I may or may not have stuffed myself with a bunch of food I otherwise wouldn’t have to celebrate good ol’ Thanksgiving. But if I have, I can guarantee you one thing: not one of those plates will be turkey.
I’m sorry – call me a heathen if you must – but turkey is just one food I cannot get into. When I was a kid, the turkey iconography surrounding Thanksgiving made me look forward to tasting it each year and each year, I kept wondering if it would get better. It never did; it still hasn’t; and I doubt it ever will.
I’m not allergic and I’ve had it in many ways. I’ve just resigned myself to the fact that chickens are the superior birds when it comes to flying into my stomach.
What’s one food that you just can’t find yourself sinking your teeth into?
ROGER: I’m in the same boat, Jerome. Every year Thanksgiving rolls around, I find myself wondering why turkey just isn’t as satisfying as chicken or duck. That being said, I LOVE processed turkey that you get at Subway or Jersey Mike’s. Why? Perhaps b/c it doesn’t taste like Thanksgiving turkey. Read more...
Gary’s first try at conquering the infamous KITCHEN SINK CHALLENGE - a titanic amount of ice cream meant to be finished in 30 minutes – was a failure. This time, he returns with his friend Jimmy to bring it down once and for all.
Will this team leave the battleground with the bitter taste of defeat or the sweet taste of victory (both of which taste a lot like ice cream)?