Day 173: A Random Number Of Words About A Random Object
I’m not feeling it today. I don’t need to explain to you why. I don’t owe you anything, Mom. Oh wait. Yes I do. I owe you the world. And you deserve it!… Continue reading
I’m not feeling it today. I don’t need to explain to you why. I don’t owe you anything, Mom. Oh wait. Yes I do. I owe you the world. And you deserve it!… Continue reading
Feels like the first day of Spring. And I have a few minutes to spend on the balcony. The sky is blue, the distance is hazy. I feel like I have nothing to… Continue reading
Just by a show of hands, can anybody actually tell me what the 1992 film, The Crying Game, is actually about? Anyone? Okay, let’s make it easier. Tell me one thing that happens… Continue reading
This probably doesn’t surprise you, but when I’m looking for ideas, I turn to Rachel a lot. I’m also at the mercy of her ideas because as soon as I reject one, I… Continue reading
There’s an unsuspecting moment in a cinema classic that resonates boldly today. When Billy Madison laughed at being told to turn to page 69, nobody laughed with him. And it was a moment… Continue reading
Good Moleman. There’s one thing they forgot to take away from us: this inanimate carbon rod. It’s Friday, March 5th, Two Thousand and Twenty-One. The weather in Astoria is 36˚ & Pantone 16-4120… Continue reading
Cleaning my room was never my forte. It’s not that it’s something I don’t ever want to do, I’m just…really bad at it. I have an undiagnosed and totally made up condition. When… Continue reading
We have a lot of reasons to complain. We’ve done it so often that not finding things to complain about feels abnormal. We’re a year into the pandemic. We feel hopeless and lonely.… Continue reading
January 4th, 1999 was a date that even the most casual of wrestling fans remember. The episode of Raw Is War was pre-recorded a week prior. Over at WCW, they cared less about… Continue reading
I’ve told the story a million times and it seems like I’m going to have to tell it a million more. After spending my first 7 years of life innocuously as a normal… Continue reading