This afternoon in the mail, I got an offer to subscribe to Out Magazine. The magazine's title referred not to the grandeur of the great outdoors or to fads that had gone out of style, but to where the magazine's target audience resided in relation to the closet. I stopped for a moment to entertain the notion that the mailman was trying to tell me ( Read more... )

So Michael Jackson was acquitted two days ago. And, as Tim pointed out, the most popular reaction is just to shrug and move on. It's one of the biggest anticlimaxes in HIStory. I wasn't even going to comment on it at first, but I comment on all the major news stories anyway, so here goes nothing: I expected this from the getgo. And yes, that could ( Read more... )

Happy Flag Day everyone! I trust it that everyone is flying their freak flags ever higher today, and that somewhere Betsy Ross is smiling, and then being molested by George Washington, and then stabbing him with a sewing needle and getting up and smiling again. (Isn't American history a lot more interesting when you invent it yourself?) To ( Read more... )

I don't think I'm a cynic; some people have told me I'm actually extremely idealistic. I won't admit to either one; I think doing so would heavily limit one's potential, because some things just deserve cynicism. Is graduation one of them? Perhaps, perhaps not. But the treatment of graduation usually is. First thing yesterday morning, I sat in my ( Read more... )

Alright. I know it's less than a week now until we graduate, and we should all be putting our finest transcendentalist hats on and looking at the world through our 20/20 lenses and all that Chicken Soup For The High School Soul bullshit. But some days are just kinda lousy, and when a shitty day crosses paths with me, I'm powerless to stop it; I ( Read more... )

The first time I ever took my hand off at the wrist, it was a cold day. What a queer feeling it was indeed...the nerve endings that always seemed to touch each other suddenly started functioning independently for the first time. There was no blood, there was no pain. As my hand crawled away I put my head on my forearm. How familiar the feeling was ( Read more... )

Not to make this Charlie's Fantabulous Journal o'Catholic Bashing, but upon hearing of lil' Joey Ratzinger's newfound Popedom, I had to comment. His official Papal (not to be confused with Paypal) name is Pope Benedict XVI, which I refuse to recognize because it's not only lame not to go all nonconsecutive on the Benedicts, but because it's too ( Read more... )

As the threat of senioritis looms and becomes ever more apparent in my peers, I have found it necessary to take action against such an impending force in the form of many extracurricular activities throughout the next few weeks. Last week, I participated in Literary Fest, where I walked away with a First Place in the Essay category for my paper " ( Read more... )

So it's been brought to my attention that I've got a bit of a provocative sense of humour. And that's fine with me. I always enjoy humour that makes people a touch uncomfortable, and I'm so used to that that at times, I forget the awesomely offensive power many of the things I say have. Not that I'm apologizing for any of it, I'm just so used to ( Read more... )

Q: What's the difference between Terri Schiavo and the Pope ( Read more... )