A man’s bar is his castle, and this stool is my throne

I seem to be having trouble stringing words together well enough to finish writing about the film we saw this weekend to help celebrate someone’s birthday. So instead, I’d like to share Stephen Colbert‘s suggested slogans for a couple of popular American beers. Bud Light Lime: “It’s like drinking a Bud Light downwind of an artificial flavor factory.” Coors Light: “Delicious–it doesn’t taste at all like Palmolive dishwashing soap.” (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading A man’s bar is his castle, and this stool is my throne

One for Friday: Mike Watt, “Drove Up From Pedro”

When I was work in commercial radio in the mid-nineties, I was desperate for new, different music. This shouldn’t have been the case. I was, after all, primarily working for a “new rock alternative” station. The implication is that the sort of music I was craving would be there in abundance. That wasn’t the case. The most interesting new music stayed behind locked doors while the DJ booth shelves were loaded down with sound-alike bands built on the theory that Nirvana’s music was cool but could use a coat or two of high gloss. In 1995, we didn’t have Sleater-Kinney, … Continue reading One for Friday: Mike Watt, “Drove Up From Pedro”

And you were the one that understood the tennis ball

My best intentions to complete a post with an assemblage of word were thwarted because I wound up engrossed in watching a tennis match. A tennis match I’ve already watched once today. It was much better played than this match: Although, I could watch that match twice in one day, too. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading And you were the one that understood the tennis ball