Tuesday’s All-Star game left me shaking with rage. It was played at Yankee Stadium (did you know it’s the fourth AND LAST game EVER to be played at that jewel, that national treasure! Who knew? Certainly not I!), and as always, the Yankee fans were classy about it. Booing every Red [...]
Archive for July, 2008
You know we couldn’t live without you.
Posted in Fenway Park: home of the Boston Poindexters, tagged look at me I like sports, things that just ain't right on July 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This post may contain spoilers.
Posted in behold: the internet, tagged I think 'wtf?' works well here on July 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m sure at this point in time, everyone’s heard about the website IMDb. Anyway, I don’t know how long this particular practice has been going on, but these days, under plot keywords, you’re expected to scroll over to find out particular keywords, because the people want to protect you from deadly spoilers. (I don’t judge [...]
You can do side bends or sit-ups.
Posted in your music's bad and you should feel bad, tagged platinum badonkadonk edition, Rolling Stone won't return my calls on July 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
One of my “secret” guilty pleasures (along with Samoas, novels that explore another side to the story of existing novels (which is more or less published fanfiction, but that’s another matter), and VH1 programming, the crappier the better) is booty songs. Objectifying and borderline misogynistic though they may be, they are catchy as anything. [...]
Plants are people too.
Posted in the rhyming Becktionary, tagged some say I have too much time on my hands on July 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
While flipping through this book’s table of contents, I noticed some of it was a bit… shall we say, odd.
Restoring natives to suburbia
The vital new role of the suburban garden
No place to hide
Who cares about biodiversity?
No, seriously, who really gives a fuck about biodiversity?
I don’t even care about biodiversity, and I wrote the damn chapter
Why [...]
Getting one’s freak on.
Posted in hey sexy mama- wanna kill all humans?, tagged letters to my neighbors, things that just ain't right on July 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In the past week or so, I’ve found at least two used condoms on my street. Literally in the street. It makes me curious as to who might be getting their freak on, and where (their car? someone else’s car? my lawn?), and why they feel compelled to deposit their… deposit [...]
