My library coworker announced last night that he needs to attend an ICP show as a grand sociological experiment.

Yep, had her CD. Can’t remember a thing about it.

I’ve been doodling Hinds in my notebook margins for he better part of three decades now. It’s a reflex.

I blame these folks right here. Line up like the plan, you got a starship. Line up like this, all convex and everything, and people are gonna start seeing something...well, ovoid at least.

I just can’t make my mouth say “Dodge Barracuda.”

She’s looking a little pale...

Pretty sure I’ve never watched one of those ads with the volume up, I’ll admit...

I admit, I loved it. But my biggest takewaway was this: somehow it made Hawkeye my favorite Avenger. That’s...that’s inexplicable.

I love this stuff and I’m pretty sure it’s not just for the conversations it starts. Pretty sure.

Appropriately, about 1/3 of the way through a little reminder popped up asking me to subscribe to their other blogs, and the first one that was checked was “Atheist Blog.”

So does this mean that we get to reboot this gem?

And thank you for allowing me to confidently cross something off of my list of potential career change options.

Alternate answer: the worst place I ended up because I was about to be sick. During a time in my life when I was without a car and confined to public transit, I was on the last bus home, late at night, when I was overcome by the need to evacuate my bowels NOW. I got off the bus near a convenience store, figuring I’d…

As a kid, I apparently had a hair trigger for vomiting. One bite too much could be enough to open the gates. From what I have been told, this started in infancy, and my grandmother on one occasion had to hastily put a leg up on the pew at church as baby me turned into a vomit Vesuvius, and her sense of decorum…

I just really feel like I need to tell someone to get off my lawn after reading this. Somehow I am both educated and completely lost. But mostly old. Very, very old.

The letters I’m showing are from the November 1971 issue of Popular Mechanics, which a kindly reader sent me in a big box with other fascinating stuff. This is just an issue I grabbed at random; I’ll try to do this more if it turns out you like reading what your commentariot ancestors were pissing and moaning about to…

Yep, relaxed. There's something about the fundamental layout and design of that xB that makes it the easiest, most effortless car I've ever owned. And that's not from some power-assist kind of standpoint — it's still a manual with a small engine — it's the result of clean, spacious design. There's no overhangs at all,…

I find this to be a good test of who my generational peers are, even if that includes Seth MacFarlane.

I fully admit that I needed to hear this in high school (and later, sadly). And you know what? Not only would it have been for all the reasons espoused herein, but it would also have saved me a whole lot of shameful self-effacing moments that I live to regret as well. Neither party benefits from the whole…