So, Vice did this thing where they got a bunch of strangers off the streets of England to kiss each other for like 30 seconds: They aren’t British actors or supermodels, ya know? Just regular old plebeian Jane Does and Joe Schmoes abducted from their nice meals of shepherd’s pie to knock Buscemi teeth together in front of a white screen. That was stereotypically racist and I retract it 100%… Read More
Panic Chick: Don’t Knocker It Til You’ve Fried It
Sometimes, when mildly annoying shiz happens in life, we just have to sit back and laugh at ourselves – particularly our own reaction to it. And then release it to the public to laugh at us too. Like, okay. You know how in horror movies, the girl (who’s wearing one of those bras the Victoria’s Secret lady has to go all the way to the back to get because they.. Read More
Denial…a trigger in Ego
So, there’s this fun story – this fictional (I think?) anecdote about a Russian cosmonaut. And it keeps popping into my head every so often. Basically, the guy’s up in space when he hears this continuous, monotonous tapping noise in his cabin. The dudes on the ground can’t identify it, so he rips everything apart to seek out the source. He finds nothing. The poor bastard is sure it’s going.. Read More
Let’s Squawk about Sex.
“This is for the birds.” You know, I never got that saying… until 2:30 this morning. The birds are indeed cray with an invisible “Z” this year. The early wakeup songs used to be a good unofficial and natural “second alarm” indicator on weekdays for how I was doing on time as I prepped for work, because it always initiated at just about five A.M. or so. Then Spring came.. Read More