Saturday, October 31, 2009

le petit nain barbu


To beard, perchance to dream

Never underestimate the power of a beard, or that of a mouse

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Ramblings (customarily the crutch of the uninspired sportswriter)

-Considering all of the strange esoteric sub-groups and industries that have their own periodical, couldn't I one day hope to have my own?

-I cannot ridicule anyone for wearing a bandanna on their head since the death of David Foster Wallace. For all I know, that person could be DFW returned. Or Jesus, for that matter.

-Healthcare: something has to be done. This is not going to work long-term. Or short-term, for that matter.

-Writing down a menu plan is far more rewarding than you might imagine.

-Mice are crafty. Anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you vinyl siding for your house. You never have to paint it!

I wish I was only a bust, all head

Where are we headed?

I have rarely felt more pessimistic about the fate of the world, and yet worried so little.

We'll survive.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Seasons change, mad things rearrange

October showers bring....November snows? Extreme cold in December? Not as nice as the spring equation.


It's gonna be a long winter. We will need some tea, some hard liquor to warm up with, flour to bake bread with and heat up the house, and assorted other supplies to keep from freezing.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

unacceptable neologisms in advertising

Their tag line should have been:

"The difference is in how much water we add to an already flavorless beer."

Drinkability my foot.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

"America is still the land of the rugged individualists"

I'm going to pose the question that I'm sure is on everyone's mind:

Is the only goal of every indie band starting out to get their song on a car commercial?

I've really had way more than enough of this junk. What happened to the good old days of Chevy picking Bob Seger's "Like a Rock" for their commercials and just pounding it into your head, day after day, night after night, advertisement after advertisement? Yes, those were the days. Enough of the indie band meal ticket ads. Really, what are the people who make these spots thinking? Nothing sells cars like seedy-looking, reedy-voiced twentysomethings in flannel?

Saturday, October 10, 2009

J-pop: not to be taken lightly

This one goes out to Tim Durkin


It's bitter, like beer for kids


Bonnie Pink lives!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

tough guy

Yeah, I'm with a little outfit out of Ipswich, Mass. It's called EBSCO Publishing, maybe you've heard of us?


Serials, baby, serials.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Again, I oppose fast food

This guy in the Phoenix said it better than I am currently able to:

"Watching folks eat at national fast-food outlets depresses me. Not only are they paying for advertising, but they're getting so little give-a-damn in their food."

Can we stop eating at these places already? Obesity will kill you! Yes, it will.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

How long, how long?

It's fall. That can't be denied anymore when you look outside. When your feet get cold just sitting around the house. When you have to put on a sweatshirt to spend any length of time outside. When the light changes. When you get that little bit of fear in the pit of your stomach, that the warm weather is gone, and who knows if it's ever coming back?

There's a smell of chill in the air, and you can foresee the real cold coming, fall can just be the forerunner of winter. The leaves will fall, the temperature will fall, and April's a long way off.

It frightens me.