For years, our generation has been taught to be cynical and to not believe those in power. They made us promises that could not be kept, they put limitations on our ambitions and told us what could and could not be accomplished in life. Their attitudes have caused us to cast our eyes hopefully to the past, praying mightily that we could be saved by ( Read more... )

I just finished watching Milk Money, which is a 1994 film about a prostitute who falls in love with an out-of-touch science teacher and moves to the suburbs. I am not giving away the ending, because the outcome of the movie becomes apparent about fifteen minutes in (it is what alleged screenwriting guru Syd Field would call Plot Point #1). Once ( Read more... )

This is just about the funniest thing I've ever read. I thought I'd share it.

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/area_man_makes_it_through_day

The following is a piece that I wrote a month or so ago for Helium.com, which is a "get-paid-to-write" website that specializes in rewarding marginally talented people with the feeling of being "published" and a small cut of their advertising revenue. Lately, the website has come under close scrutiny after allegations of fraudulent business ( Read more... )

I am honestly unsure how many times I've quit Pita Pit in the last couple of years. It's irrelevant. I'm doing it again, and my last night is this Friday. I may come back. I may just stay away. They're apparently introducing all-day breakfast pitas. It is important to note that I have been lobbying for breakfast pitas since I started in ( Read more... )

I believe that David posted this link a long time ago, but I rediscovered some of these the other day, and if you need a laugh, please take a look at

THE WORST ALBUM COVERS EVER!http://www.octanecreative.com/Parodyville/worst_album_covers/Read more... )

It would only be fair to tell you, right from the beginning, that there isn't anything universally significant here. There are only some scattered thoughts on past and future events, and mild contemplation on the present ( Read more... )

Gathering One took place at my parents' home. It was fun, and it ended with Rico urinating on the living room carpet ( Read more... )

I'm not a jobless mongrel anymore ( Read more... )

I give it a few hours. Three, maybe. Probably a little bit less. My phone could die any minute, and here I am. Standing like the fool who forgot to bring an umbrella to Seattle, I have left my charger in the most dangerous place of all-- the backseat of someone's car. Things left there don't often return, but I have hope. I must have hope. I ( Read more... )