I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Everyone should go see Melissa Ferrick live. Every time I see her, she gets better and better. I saw her again tonight and she rocked my fucking socks off. I’m too broke to go to a lot of concerts, but I always see her when she’s ...

Sometime over the course of the last 24 hours, this dinky little site got its 20,000th hit. I’d like to thank the 20 or so of you who have been reading it faithfully daily for the last two years and two and a half months, because I strongly suspect you guys are responsible for about ...

Do you ever feel like you need a t-shirt that says “I’m with stupid,” but has the arrow pointing directly up at your face instead of to one side? I did today. I got my car washed, then I went to the grocery store. When I came back from the grocery store, I noticed that ...

Next time I go fishing, I’m bringing a basketball.

When I got my own place, I inherited a lot of kitchen equipment from my dad’s old bachelor pad. Silverware, plates, glasses, spatulas and other utensils, pots and pans, and a blender he purchased in 1967 all were passed along to me. I’m still using most of this stuff (the blender’s starting to emit odd, ...

Please buy me one of these and send it to me in the States. I’ll love you forever if you do, because that’s just too damn funny. Too bad it’s fake.

Hear that? It’s the gentle sound of a clock (that’s still an hour behind because I never changed it to reflect the end of Daylight Savings time) ticking. Silence. My asshat neighbors really did it last night, and I think they’ve gotten new speakers. Their music has grown considerably louder, as if they’re telling the ...

My Cousin Mark has returned to the fold of bloggers, after about a one-year absence, during which time I presume he actually went outside. A link to his new site sits to your right.

I’ve been doing a bit of working out, on the theory that if I’m going to end up doing nothing all summer, I might as well try to get in a shape other than round. But one of the exercises I’ve been doing has been causing me more pain than anything else: situps. My abs ...

In my sheer and utter boredom, I’ve taken to reading Defamer, a combination of entertainment industry and celebrity gossip written in a style that makes me stunned it doesn’t collapse under the weight of its own sarcasm. However, they do a public service by pointing out the warped economics of stardom, by comparing celebrity-gift-basket cost ...