Support a good cause and donate to my Go Fund Me today. Unless you hate the troops.
It’s just filling in for Drew’s weekly Mailbag column, but what a nice treat to see a post by my all-time favorite GMG writer today!
I need some good recommendations for “family friendly” scary movies to watch with Mrs. Funk and the Funklets tonight/this month.
It’s a long story, but I was staring at a giant inflatable chicken with one wing the other day, and I had Stevie Nicks’ Edge of Seventeen going through my mind.
The hell is this?
The Kinks broke up the year I graduated high school, which makes me feel unbearably old. I actually have mixed feelings about this. If any halfway decent new music comes out of this I’d be shocked, but if this leads to a chance to see one of my all-time favorite bands live for the first time in my life it’ll be…
You can tell a lot about a person based on their taste in pop culture. Obviously, there are no universal truths, but if your nerdgasms come from Star Wars + Beatles, chances are, we’re pretty compatible. If your favorite Christmas song is Father Christmas by the Kinks, you’re probably my secret BFF.
So I haven’t been very active over the past few months. In August, I accepted a job at a new company in a new city that is about a 5 or 6 hour drive from the only city in which I’ve ever lived. The adjustment to the new job and new city has been...ok. Maybe slightly less than ok. Ok, definitely less than ok.
Please tell me you saw this, brotherparish. This was wonderful.
Just blowing spitfire anti-dog and anti-booze takes on Deadspin where, for what it’s worth, one of the goddamned most adorable celebrity dogs is chilling.
Your favorite author continues to make your day.
I was just criticized over on Jezebel, and had a comment dismissed for “virgin shaming.”
[EDIT: She replied (and I replied) below.]
Look, I’m not going to boycott every company on some of those pro-Trump lists going around. The #grabyourwallet list is useful, because it contains a lot of information (found here: https://grabyourwallet.org/), but I’m not boycotting every company on there.
As goes the Super Bowl, so goes life. Trump and his acolytes will always win. I vowed not to watch the game. Then I heard that Atlanta was up 21-0. So I said, “Fuck yeah, I’ll watch these evil motherfuckers lose!”
Here’s what I’m struggling with the most, on this first Official Monday of the End Times, and it’s something I’ve struggled with since That Tuesday In November: Pretending that life is normal.
This is a eulogy for America and I’m crying like a baby. We are so fucked and I already miss him so much.
In addition to quitting smoking, I’m also trying to shed a few pounds, so my lunch break now consists of running* for a half an hour and drinking a Slim-Fast afterwards.