I’ve spent the day eying a trickle of Tweets tagged with #openingday. In general, they seem to be originating from one of three types: Older men, who remember when baseball really was America’s game (and when uttering the phrase “Boy, fetch my bags” to a black bellhop didn’t garner such […]
If you don’t laugh at this scene, I despise you. Also, I apologize for the audio, which sounds like it was recorded underwater. This past Sunday night, while driving home from one of my many radio jobs that satisfy both my financial and creative needs, I flipped to the Big […]
Sometimes, in spite of my best interests, I just let it fly behind the mic. This was one of those days. Was it a personal or professional relationship I blew up this time? Place your bets, listen to the episode below and find out! Papa’s Basement 3-28-11 (Left-click this link […]
I woke up a few days ago to a gleeful text message from my good friend Brian. Brian’s Irish, through and through, and I knew he’d been plotting some sort of revenge for the McBashin’ I gave his people in the St. Patrick’s Day article I wrote last week. “Check […]
That title read a little more euphemistically than I’d have preferred, but it got the job done. In case you thought that devouring a triumverate of Sonic’s Premium Beef Hot Dogs was the extent of my gluttony last week, I’m here to tell you that you’re tragically mistaken: I dabbled […]
I know nothing of fine dining. If I open a menu and there’s an item over $30 on it, my eyes bug out like that Tex Avery wolf. Don’t misunderstand me: I’m a black belt in the art of gluttony, but when it comes to food, I’m a bit of […]
(Please note: I don’t actually hate the Irish. Oh, how I love to pretend that I do, though.) I remember it like it was yesterday. 1993. A 12-year-old John Papageorgiou was watching an episode of The Simpsons titled “Whacking Day” (it was a more innocent time), the plot of which […]
So Nate Dogg is dead at the age of 41. Is it racist that I just assumed he’d been shot? Turns out, Nate’s been battling health issues for a few years, including two massive strokes in 2007 and 2008. What is it with non-elderly black singers and strokes? (I’m concluding […]
Yesterday, the multi-national insurance giant Aflac fired the voice of its duck mascot, the company’s commercial spokescreature for over a decade, Gilbert Gottfried. It seems that Gilbert letting loose with a cavalcade of jokes about the disasters taking place in Japan wasn’t the wisest of moves given that, randomly enough, […]