Gold mining. It’s Friday, August 8th, Two Thousand and Fourteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 77˚ & sunny and somewhere, somebody is painstakingly trying to tell his/her friend the difference between The Mamas… Continue reading
Phantom Songs is an ongoing series of musical pieces that you can’t quite put your finger on. You have most definitely heard the song before, but are most likely not able to pinpoint… Continue reading
Good Marlin. Bad Marlin. No matter what way you look at it, it’s still a fucking Marlin. You gonna buy something or what? It’s Friday, July 25, Two Thousand and Fourteen. The weather… Continue reading
Good morning, America. You looked so cute when you were sleeping. What’s that? Oh, that’s sweet, but no, I’m not sucking off your Florida, I don’t care how hard it is. It’s Friday,… Continue reading
Rise and shine. And while you shine, stay away from me. Luminescent people give me the heebie-jeebies. It’s Friday, June 27, Two Thousand and Fourteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 80˚ & partly… Continue reading
Thank God morning is finally here. Let’s hope that never happens again. It’s Friday, June 20th, Two Thousand and Fourteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 77˚ & sunny and somewhere, somebody is trying… Continue reading
As Hawk Harrelson would say, “If you’re gonna get a morning…get a good one.” He also never said that, from what he remembers. It’s Friday, June 13 [Fuck] Two Thousand and Fourteen. The… Continue reading
Phantom Songs is an ongoing series of musical pieces that you can’t quite put your finger on. You have most definitely heard the song before, but are most likely not able to pinpoint… Continue reading
It’s always a good morning when you wake up surrounded by foxy ladies/men. Not to say that any of us did that today, but the prospect of it sounds pretty cool, right? It’s… Continue reading
Noon has already passed us. Make good of it or fate will take you to the blood bank. Or drive you…to the blood drive. It’s Friday, May 30, Two Thousand and Fourteen. The… Continue reading
