Some dickless piece of shit rammed my car sometime last night, knocked off my front license plate, and said nothing. Not even a damn note. And I'm kicking myself now because the car was parked right outside my window, and around 7 o'clock I swore I heard something, the crunch of plastic being snapped. I knew some car had rammed another car, ( Read more... )

Feeling a bit sicky-poo post-work, the Bride and I decided to recline at home in the sylvan splendor of our pre-lit Xmas tree and some old school hip hop. NYCTV has a weekly (I think) program called "The Bridge," which features rap/r n b videos circa 1988-1992. It's hosted by Ralph McDaniels, if by hosted you mean, "stands in Union Square and says ( Read more... )

My cousin, who works in the same vicinity as I do, informed me that the Original SoupMan has set up shop somewhere nearby. I had no idea who that was, until he said, "You know, the Soup Nazi". I wondered at first why he didn't just call himself The Soup Nazi to avoid confusion. Then I realized that most people don't like referring to themselves as ( Read more... )

I just realized that it's been over two months since my last update to the ol' S-bomb. That is shameful and wrong and I should be punished to the fullest extent of internet law. No more Buffy slash fanfic for me!

My long absence was due mostly to my paid web writing gig, which is going swimmingly, thank you very much. Traffic and response has been ( Read more... )

Folks: Here's the deal. I'm currently working on material for a new and improved version of Holy Goddamn! This new and improved version would be structured like a sports radio station, with all of the ridiculous commentary and unfounded analysis contained therein. It would fit in nicely with My Other Gig, I think. Here, submitted for your perusal, ( Read more... )

Even though this is somewhat sports related, it's not really the kind of tale I can tell at my paid gig. It's not a spot for first-person reporting, so I bring it to you here, oh loyal Scratchbomb reader.

Went to the Mets game last night (trouble already). Although we had decent seats, we managed to sit near the only Nationals fan existence. That's ( Read more... )

The subject line is my own horn playing.

Click el link below for a post from my paid gig.

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In the last five years, I've watched time and again as the Bush administration did something unbelievably colossally corrupt and stupid. And each time I thought, this is it, this is finally it, these guys fucked up so bad they can never recover. Each time, somehow, they did. Whether it was their handling of events leading up to 9/11, or PlameGate, ( Read more... )

Three weeks ago, I watched a man die. There aren't any words to describe what that experience is like. I can only say I've done everything I can to block it out of my consciousness since then. But watching the footage of Hurricane Katrina, particularly footage of New Orleans, is a lot like it to me, because it's watching a life--a way of life--be ( Read more... )

Me and birthdays, not really friends. When you have a summer birthday and you can't act like a bigshot in school on your Big Day, it engenders a sort of resentment against the whole process. Plus, my family didn't celebrate birthdays for a good chunk of my youth, so that bred a lot of the life out of it. We were those people that knocked your front ( Read more... )