Job Hell
A cartoon...
High Five
Congratulations, Jayhawks. The ghost of my right hand whispers high fives in the wind to Jayhawks everywhere. Kansas dominates!
ART!
Attention all Mag Hags, Magsketeers, and Corn on the Macabrettes...
Happy Valentines Day!
Love ya, Mags
Sunday Diary
My dear friend Sarah has mentioned on more than one occasion that my tastes and demeanor are that of an old British woman combined with that of a 15-year-old boy. She may have a point, but I, for one, am not entirely convinced. In an attempt to test my good friend's claim, I have chronicled my day's events one Sunday so that you, gentle reader, might decide for yourself.
ABBA-ABBA-cadabra
While having cocktails one recent evening with Bjrn Ulvaeus and Steve Miller, they asked me if they might have the honor naming my next podcast. Not bad, fellas. Not bad.
Feckin' Sarpents!
Happy St. Paddy's day!
Meh
I promised the cat that I would let her name my inaugural podcast. Not bad for a first attempt at podcast naming.
Oscar Preview Podcast: with Maggie!
I was lucky enough to be invited by Gavon Laessig to be a guest pundit on Punditocracy's Oscar preview podcast. It was a blast! So, although I don't have much to for y'all to read at the moment, there's lots to listen to.
First Step: Admitting You Have a Problem
The signs were all around me. Of course, I didn't see any of these signs until I was staring up at them, sprawled out and hung over, on the floor of rock-bottom. But, before you begin to think we are about to indulge in some Motley Crue-esque tale of drugs, debauchery, and death, I feel it is only fair to point out that we each have our own level of rock-bottom. Compared to Nikki Sixx, mine is pretty milquetoast, so don't get too worked up.
For JT
In which the author fulfills a promise, lovingly insults several local musicians, and announces plans for the future
Independence
This week, we celebrated the birth of our great nation and, with that, our independence. To fully appreciate the liberty imparted to its citizens, it is necessary to reflect upon how far we have come; to examine our complicated beginnings and to appreciate how those struggles in America's early stages have helped shape our country into the massive, super-powered freedom machine that it is today.
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?
Dear Paul, I heard a certain someone is 64! Happy birthday, Paul!
Thirtysomething
Today is my birthday. I am 33. Not that it's of any significance that I can think of; only that I am older than 32 and not yet 34. I suppose it means that this is the last year of my early-thirties and next year will be in my mid-thirties; although, I'm not sure if that has any real significance either.
An Open Letter to the PT Coffee Co.
Dear Sirs, I feel duty bound to caution you that your roastery is the victim of passive slander. The name of PT Coffee Co. is being taken in vain.
Shamrocks and Shenanigans
This weekend past, whilst killing pints in a sea of shamrocks, I bathed in the wonder of this annual celebratory observation of faux Celticness. Which, naturally, made me ponder: what ever happened to House of Pain?
Static
My revolution will not be televised.
