You hear a lot of fetishistic nostalgia from me and my kind– grown men buying Transformers seasons on DVD, philosophical discussions on the moral compass and Thundercats, that sort of thing– but it occured to me this morning in a dream that you never, ever, ever, neverever never hear anyone ever say anything about the […]
Monthly Archive February 2005
When did angels become such pricks?
Though I would not have predicted it a month ago, some friends and I went to see the movie Constantine last weekend. It was the most recent example of something that has been going on around me for about a decade; everyone I knew was vaguely disdainful of the trailer, […]
Generally speaking, the rat race is often harder on women than men. The line between working woman and family woman is a frayed tightrope to walk; glass ceilings abound; and o, how often I have heard about the comfort of the pantyhose. But the next time you catch your project manager staring at your chest, […]
The other day, the wife and I were at the “antique” mall. A friend of ours was turning 26; as you know, fifty is Gold, twenty-five is Silver, and twenty-six is Complete Box of Howard the Duck Bubble Gum Cards. (Never has my life been more improved than the day I learned that “antique” malls […]
Skee-lo: wished he was a little bit taller. Wished he was a baller. Born at the wrong time, he had the misfortune to be a mid-eighties party rapper in a mid-nineties world, not nearly gangsta enough to compete with the various Doggs in the marketplace of his day. The guy who lived next door to […]
When have I ever been this tired?
Not in college. Even when I stayed up all night.
I feel like I’m in a sensory deprivation tank.
For only $40, a piece of spam has informed me, you can buy your valentine his/her own star, right out there in the cosmos. $5 goes to the Intergalactic Star Naming Council, and $35 covers the cost of printing a clipart certificate on the office laser printer. On the good paper.