I went out and paid my Tax on the Stupid today, buying five bucks worth of Powerball tickets (two for me, two for Marky Monkey, and one for good luck, which we’ll split if it hits). My mom has always called the lottery the Tax on the Stupid, and not without reason. The odds of ...

They still haven’t announced when it’s going to be released, but the helpful folks who post reviews on Amazon.com have posted the list of episodes in the third season (scroll to the “Customer Reviews” section, 2nd review). At the sight of this list, I am simply reduced to a two-year-old: gimme gimme gimme!

Okay, this has been driving me batshit for the past three days. I have been having ice form on the inside of the windows of my car. Because of the angle that ice scrapers are built at, it is a serious pain in the ass to remove. I have several questions: 1. What the fuck?! ...

I went on an entertaining little dinner outing this evening. Dad and I went to Trail Creek Cabin, which, among other methods, you can get to by sleigh. You take the sleigh out across a golf course, then pretty much through the woods and over the creek. This is a fairly silly method of transportation, ...

I have, in my posession, one of the largest potatoes I have ever seen. It weighs 3.11 pounds (according to the grocery store receipt), and is approximately the size of a football. Looking at it in the grocery bag, where you can’t see the telltale color and texture, you’d think it was a squash. I ...

Joe Strummer died today. One of the movie critics from the Washington Post (whose obnoxious son went to my high school) recalls his days as a lowly boarding school student when Strummer was a prefect. A bit of an odd way to recollect him, but an interesting departure from the standard obit.

Lindsay prepares me for the bad jokes I may face should I ever decide to get the deviated septum I’ve had for years fixed once and for all, so I can, for the first time since I can remember, breathe through both nostrils. No, really. When I had a hairline fracture on my nose my ...

I’ve seen my first end of the year compilation of silly AP items! Ah, reinforcement of my thesis that everyone in the universe is completely fucking insane…and that a couple of ’em might even be crazier than me!

I hate spicy food. I’m inclined to think it doens’t like me much, either. When I eat spicy food (and what to me is “spicy,” to most people is “kinda spicy,” and to anyone in most of Asia is “ridiculously bland”), it’s no good. It sets my mouth on fire and then decides to pretend ...

When you get down to it, skiing is a really bizarre sport. The old “explain this to someone who’s never heard of it” test confirms this: “Okay, so what you do. You put what are essentially highly modified, fiberglass barrel staves on your feet. Well, not directly. You also wear extremely uncomfortable boots that make ...