Welp, I've decided to turn my site back on and pay for a year of hosting, only to realize all my site content: the art, the old rants, the design, the coding... it's all gone. So I guess I start over. Here's a picture of Lewie until I can get some content going again!
Rants
Snow – it’s not just for politics anymore.
This is the view from my car this morning as I shoveled the heavy, gods-forsaken white evil from my poor little car. I am pretty tired of this shit. What makes it extra-special funny it that I spent half a decade or so in Los Angeles, a city where snow is only used to...
The Secret Shame of an American
I am almost, nearly, completely ashamed to call myself an American. Part of that comes from the fact that, in the U.S., we’ve completely co-opted a term that covers two continents and many diverse countries for our own selfish use. There are literally over 30...
Acquired Tastes, Product Labels, Latin Taste Coffee and Pig Testicles
So, Aurora bought some interesting coffee yesterday which she made this morning. Sipping and thinking about the flavor and packaging on the way to work, I felt very chock full o’ rant. Let’s start with the packaging. The way a country packages their foodstuffs says a...
I’m definitely Not Lovin’ It.
I may sound like a grumpy, cynical bastard but I’m not. I’m a grumpy, cynical misanthrope. My parents were married, and I’m more sociopath than you may have thought. I may complain a lot, but I am a genuinely happy person in real life much of the time, usually when...
Xbox Live needs remote soap-to-mouth application
I borrowed Call of Duty 4 from a friend of mine the other day and started playing the Solo campaign. It’s a very beautiful and enjoyable game. Eventually I tried the online, multi-player mode. 16 minutes later I was ready to purchase the game, new, for what is about...
The Fluffers of the Apocalypse
Most people are aware of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, whose arrival, filled with Death, War, Famine and, er, that other thing, announce the End Times. What they may not know is that, much like a stand up comedy club, you don’t send your headliner out before...