Palm Beach as Tokyo.

Generic white guy with a cowboy hat as…..GODZILLA!

Aw, I didn't think good ol' Sue would get so much hate. Sean's line about a "modern impulse we have to document life's every single moment" reminded me of "On Photography." Of course, she wasn't writing about dildo snapshots.

Nope.

“To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never
see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it
turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as a
camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a
subliminal murder - a soft murder,…

Portland has one of these too. But what's the point of singing karaoke in front of your friends? Where's the potential for embarrassment but also the potential for true greatness?

Also, this supposed Portland karaoke renaissance is certainly news to me.

I have lived in Portland for about 2 1/2 years and have only gone to karaoke once - at a really gross joint Chinese food/karaoke bar called Chopsticks Express II. I put my name on the list as soon as I entered, proceeded to the bathroom where I threw up (it was towards the end of the night…), came out, ate some greasy…

Eh, that was mostly sarcasm. Plus, there are already plenty of reasons to be jealous of my coworkers, including free tech giveaways and crazy CES-week parties. One year they went to some porn award ceremony and met Andy Dick for some reason.

Well. Now I have a reason to be jealous of my coworkers who got to go to CES instead of me.

Yes, that would be him!

Yes, that would be him!

My boyfriend's mom divorced his dad, got remarried to his stepdad, and then divorced his stepdad. Hence, ex-stepdad.

My boyfriend's mom divorced his dad, got remarried to his stepdad, and then divorced his stepdad. Hence, ex-stepdad.

My boyfriend's ex-stepdad, an actor (usually of community theater, etc.), came to Portland, Oregon to jump start his acting career. The biggest role he got was playing a mild-mannered janitor who secretly stole a bunch of money in an episode of Leverage. Yep.

My boyfriend's ex-stepdad, an actor (usually of community theater, etc.), came to Portland, Oregon to jump start his acting career. The biggest role he got was playing a mild-mannered janitor who secretly stole a bunch of money in an episode of Leverage. Yep.

That implies they ever had true meaning.

That implies they ever had true meaning.

That link only directs to "671 Lincoln Ave" without specifying where. I did not realize this at first and temporarily got worried when what should have been a wealthy suburban street in Winnetka was a scary, empty lot with a factory and railroad tracks across the street.

That link only directs to "671 Lincoln Ave" without specifying where. I did not realize this at first and temporarily got worried when what should have been a wealthy suburban street in Winnetka was a scary, empty lot with a factory and railroad tracks across the street.