Admitting that I like Ben Folds feels a lot like admitting I'm a ninth-grade girl with a crush on my biology teacher.
Still, for a guy alone with a piano in what could not be disguised as anything other than a school auditorium filled with the apple-cheeked youth of Connecticut, he puts on a pretty good show.

Hussyred has just reminded me of something I never knew I always wanted to do until just now.

And you may, at this very particular moment, be wondering, UberMaus, what do you mean by this most ungramatically ungrammatic of utterances?

In which case, if it is the case, I rejoin: If I was the mad, mad, UberMaus of my UberDreams, which is manifestly ( Read more... )

NOTE: Riding a camel named Applejack while naked is a prerequisite for this course.

We didn't really need Todd Spencer's Salon article, or this more disturbing article, to tell us that between Clear Channel and the fact that Staind passes for rock-n'roll these days, commercial radio is just plain evil.
College radio, though, still puts that warm feeling in my heart. I've programmed my clock radio to WECS, Eastern Conn. State's ( Read more... )

I was so lonely in my garage apartment in the woods. But now I have the company of a family of friendly fruit-flies that has colonized my garbage can! Yay!
On Friday, I made a return visit to the Hideaway, a basement-smelling nautical-theme bar where you receive a wooden bowl full of mini-pretzels with your beer (bottles only). The Hideaway's ( Read more... )

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With all due respect to haggisthesecond, I'd like to draw the reader's attention to the following Amazon.com user review: Recent world events, a crumbling stock market, uncertainty for the future. Depression? Worry? Yes and yes. The future looked very bleak indeed. Fortunately all that has changed thanks to Dr. Nishigaki ( Read more... )

Public transiting through Boston on a Saturday night can be interesting. For instance, last night, a couple of punk kids (in the purely descriptive sense) got into an altercation with the transit authority personnel and were forcibly ejected from the train we were riding ( Read more... )

It's funny how my barely-younger students are scared of me. For example, today, one of my students -- we'll call him Richard Lane (his real name) -- wrote me this email about how he'd given me a virus, and that I'd probably given it out, and so on. So, I looked on google, and turns out the virus file was part of a thingie that's supposed to be ( Read more... )

Dear UberMaus,
I am a producer of, uh, "independent" films. I'm very interested in this Fight Club thing; can you tell me more about it?
--Roger Hammerstein

Sure thing Mr. Hammerstein!
I'd actually worked this out earlier this morning. It would be called Orgy Club and would work from a bootlegged version of the original, with some orgy- ( Read more... )