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Yeah. Okay, here’s what I don’t get about Law & Order or other cop shows of their ilk. The cops go and question people and they’re all like, “Blah blahblah, tell us what you know!” and the people they’re questioning are always like, “Blah blah blah. Blah.” RUDE! and they don’t even stop what they’re [...]
say what you will about barbie, but the girl had goals. or has goals. i guess she only just got divorced, not dead. inexplicably considered a role model for young girls, people dump a lot on the poor, plastic career woman with the malibu mansion. she stands accused of setting unrealistic expectations of physical beauty [...]
there’s an interesting article over at Rolling Stone on NBC’s To Catch A Predator. the thing that scares me about that show isn’t that creepy pervs are preying on young girls. it’s that some nerdy, trollish, and by all accounts antisocial computer geek has hoodwinked the television execs into putting them on the air and [...]
on the way up the mountain yesterday we were just totally mellow. there was no hassle. no noise. we just got in the car with the dogs, put on some blues and hit the road. then it was all good. well, except for the whole fearing for my life thing. that was an issue. anyway. [...]
matt and i are taking the boys to the drive-in theatre tonight for a double feature. we see it as doing our part to offset our carbon footprint. somehow. i’m not really sure how. i’ll justify it in some way. look, this is getting fucking ridiculous. i’m not going to rag on and on about [...]
i’m struggling with something and since this is the world wide web i thought, “what better place to share your struggles and problems than world wide?” there’s a thought completely devoid of logic for you. but in this case it makes sense. i’m suffering, interweb. suffering. i have this weird writer’s block thing going on. [...]
or woman, as the case may well be. i realize you have to get up at an ungodly hour to take your flight. or make your meeting. i understand it must be difficult for you. you’re tired and sleeping in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room doesn’t help matters. business trips can be stressful. [...]
i was sitting here for reasons completely unfathomable to me, flipping through myspace pages. i don’t have a myspace page. even saying myspace makes me feel silly. i don’t get it. first of all, there’s the name. myspace. it’s too awkward. when you ask someone if they have one you have to say, “do you [...]
in life, there are certain phrases you just don’t ever want to hear. they are phrases that, upon hearing, fill you with an intense dread and sense of foreboding. phrases such as, “step out of the car and put your hands behind your back.” “tomorrow’s april 15th” “clean out your desk” “i’m sorry, we’re out [...]
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















