I’ve always longed to see what would happen if I dropped a container of cottage cheese onto a lawnmower blade, or if I left an unopened can of beef stroganoff directly on an active electric stove burner. Thank God for the internet, because now I can get those perplexing yearnings satisfied. (For full effect, I recommend watching this in full screen mode.) P.S. If you’re a Gallagher fan and plan on attendi
I couldn’t let the opportunity pass to pay tribute to someone whose bizarre combination of elegance, brilliance, and tackiness kept me so preoccupied in my youth. Many was the day that afternoon papers got delivered to my customers much later than they should have, thanks to Barnabas Collins and the Dark Shadows gang.
Go ahead. Call me a spelling bitch. Call me a grammar nazi. I don’t care. People get paid lots of money to put stuff on TV. If they can’t spell, can’t they at least hire a proofreader? I’m afraid I might be turning into one of those people who goes around with Sharpies and bottles of Liquid Paper fixing spelling and punctuation on menus and posters and store signs. And my flatscreen is going t
So far, I haven’t used this blog to promote anything (other than my own self-righteous opinions). But I think I’m going to shift my thinking a little because I feel like it’s time to start taking any action we can to bring that ridiculous travesty — the war in Iraq — to an end. So here’s this blog’s first movie trailer:
