Treat me lean and wiry, treat me hot and fiery
Except for me, this is how everyone in my household feels about Tabasco. Continue reading Treat me lean and wiry, treat me hot and fiery
Except for me, this is how everyone in my household feels about Tabasco. Continue reading Treat me lean and wiry, treat me hot and fiery
After several days on the road, I’m now home. Here’s proof: I guess I should have him holding a copy of today’s newspaper to really prove it, but I’m hoping I’m considered a trustworthy reporter. The best part of the … Continue reading Won’t you take the time to get the music on your mind
Traveling always makes me weary, but I could be covering far more ground than I am. Continue reading Drive the car around the world until you get heard
I’ll admit that I had a beer or two while watching the U.S. vs. U.K. World Cup match, but it sure does look different in the recap. Continue reading People are so sad and I know why with no chance to live before you die
I just harshed on the annual movie “awards” that are aired on “Music Television” over on one of my other Interweb outlets, but I must admit that there have been instances when I’ve been grateful for its presence. Example: Continue reading Your dreams were your ticket out
“You’d have to be a clod to feel you’re young again. If you felt youthful, it would be a snap. Far from feeling youthful, you feel the poignancy of her limitless future as opposed to your own limited one, you feel even more than you ordinarily do the poignancy of every last grace that’s been lost. It’s like playing baseball with a bunch of twenty-year-olds. It isn’t that you feel twenty because you’re playing with them. You note the difference every second of the game.” — Philip Roth, The Dying Animal Today is Clint Eastwood’s birthday. Somewhere in Carmel he … Continue reading How long to sing this song? How long to sing this song?
There are people whose job includes the requirement–requirement!–that they sit down a few times a day and eat some freshly made Cheetos to make sure they’re up to snuff. And this, my friends, is what makes America great. There is more information to be had if you so desire. Continue reading All of these cheeses they happen to me
Gary Coleman was the first actor I knew by name. I’ve been mulling that over for the past day, and I think it’s true. He was a kid when I was a kid, but he was also a star. When I watched most TV shows at that time, I was thinking about them strictly in terms of characters–Archie Bunker or Arthur Fonzarelli. But when I watched Gary Coleman in something, I was always aware that I was watching him, a kid like me. I was eight-years-old when Diff’rent Strokes debuted on NBC, and even a little bit younger when I … Continue reading Gary Coleman, 1968 – 2010
Dear Glee, I know I’m at least 24 hours late in expressing this sentiment, but in regards to the monologue given to Mike O’Malley’s character last night, I would like to express the following; You rock. Thanks, Dan Continue reading Another Digression
I have only the tiniest sliver of interest in World Cup soccer, but I have to admit that this Nike commercial is sort of astounding. Mostly, I just marvel at how much this thing must have cost to put together. Continue reading God’s footballer turns on a sixpence and brings the Great Crowd to their feet in praise of him