As each week winds down, there is one event I still look forward to with youthful enthusiasm. Is it dressing up and going out with friends on Friday night to exclusive clubs, pounding drinks and playing then laying the city’s most beautiful women? If it’s your first time to the […]
Yesterday, I spent two of my six non-porn-related online minutes reading this article about Patrick Stewart and his efforts to get assisted dying (apparently “assisted suicide” isn’t PC anymore) legalized in the U.K. And, while I’m totally on his side in the matter, there’s something about an old guy crusading […]
For months now I’ve wanted to do an episode with a few of my friends from one of the radio stations I work at. Today was the day it went down. I’m proud to say I was joined by the talented Vic and AJ who manage to shock and awe […]
Mine is a strange, obsessive-compulsive mind. A few weeks ago, out of nowhere, I got the urge to hear Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” A normal person would have gone to YouTube, had a listen and been done with it. Not me. I played the track 30 […]
To be honest with you, my life has been in a rut lately. Sure, the website is doing well and I (somehow) manage to have listeners to my radio show, but I’m turning 30 at the end of the week, bring home paychecks that might as well be IOU notes […]
As a kid, there were a few sitcom stars I had crushes on. Six of Blossom fame and Topanga of Boy Meets World (seen here and here, respectively, making strong cases for their continued employment) were high seeds, and I lost my spank-the-monkey cherry to none other than Clarissa herself, […]
Last week, I wrote this article (to admit it’s a blog it to admit defeat) about albums I wasn’t exactly proud were in my collection. In it, I promised a second installment. Here we go. Pungent Stench-Been Caught Buttering Some bands might as well change their name to “Fuck You, […]
I am an unabashed fan of the Wu-Tang Clan. My first hip-hop album was Wu-Tang Forever. When I heard that Ol’ Dirty Bastard had passed on to that Brooklyn Zoo in the sky, my eyes welled up. There is no way that my tombstone won’t have the lyrics to “Dogshit” […]
I like to think of myself as a relatively normal person. (For those of you who read the site often, obviously that’s not the case, but play along.) I go to work. I pay my taxes. I don’t secretly wear ladies undergarments or believe I can speak with animals telepathically. […]