Ever look at a headline and you think wow, someone found that interesting enough to write about? (Quit smirking. This one doesn’t count.) I knew these brats were up to no good. But who knew J. Crew was still a thing? Their crap never fit me and always cost too much, but the pictures were…
Sick of The Pseudodoors.
It’s been a while since I trolled young people, and settled well into cold winter I have precious few opportunities to chase off cheese-eating cretins who try to make a shortcut out of my yard. Indeed, our university is in winter break, so I can’t even hope to menace the drunken kids who stop by…
2015 Summer Wonder #77: Jump Redux!!
I choked on Jump Week–I owe four “Jump-themed” found photos, so you’ll get ’em today through Wednesday and worry about what comes next after that. This is a good one, eh? I particularly like the furthest kid to the left, turned to face the camera and mugging unapologetically.
How Jennifer Aniston Stays So Young
My teenaged daughters recently discovered old episodes of Friends on Netflix, and while imposing myself on some of their recreational time recently I noticed that Jennifer Aniston has not only maintained her youthful appearance, she is arguably even hotter in her 40s than she was in her late twenties. In those old episodes she was…
C’est Unique–Me, Monique, and The Big Box of Playboys
I received a link to the official Playboy website recently, where it seemd Bunny Nation has uploaded its entire history, every last word, every last airbrushed nipple, every last cheeseball article on how to be a sophisticated man. The answer is yes, I followed the link–right to a number of well written articles, including a…
What To Name A Generation?
I recently read a moderately interesting article from NPR about generation names, where they came from, and how they evolve. Towards the end, the author mentioned how the generation now referred to as Millennials were, for a long time, called Generation Y–a nod to my group, Generation X. The Gen Y name, according to the…
Christmas Traditions–Part 1
My ardent followers and weary friends will certainly attest to my love of most things Christmas, not to mention my enthusiasm for Christmas-themed posts. It didn’t come out of nowhere–which is a fancy, literary way to say that it did come from somewhere, like just about everything. To cut to the quick, I wasn’t the…
Morning Portrait, 8800′
Morning Portrait, 8800′ Strong, slight sundressed girl, all sinew, all arms and legs, steps from the den of cool last night, sweat and woodsmoke, dawnlit, shoeless, wincing into sub-alpine August; She squints, fidgits, runs fingers through thick twists, tangles of gold from straw and squares rope over bone shoulders towards the east. She is twenty-three…