I cannot fully grasp how Sirius XM satellite radio makes money (it’s possible they don’t and their whole house of cards could come crashing down any minute), but I don’t give a shit. All I know is that I paid for an entire year of service for like a hundred bucks and I’d totally do…
Read MoreThanks to recent events in my professional life, I seem to be made of pure hate these days. I breathe distilled anger and shoot rage out of my glaring, black eye sockets. I’m on the verge of a panic attack roughly 95% of the time and feel my muscles vibrate as the resentment, frustration and…
Read MoreI always feel like I’m on the verge of writing the next great pop song. I feel the art within me dying to break free and a big, beautiful hook that enraptures the masses with its incessant catchiness and wins over the music cognoscenti with its subtle instrumentation and gentle nuance. Experiences universal, yet uniquely…
Read MoreToday is Christmas Eve. You are almost certainly preparing for/looking forward to/dreading spending time with your friends and family today and/or tomorrow. Good luck with whatever the hell you’re doing the next two days. I imagine within the last two weeks or so, you attended (or at least heard about) your company’s holiday party. I…
Read MoreI was hungover for seven fucking hours in the car. It was worth it though because the wife and I were in the thick of a brutal three week travel stretch where we were little more than two ships passing in the night. We bought tickets to Ska Brewing’s 17th Anniversary Party, which featured more…
Read More“A scrub is a guy that thinks he’s fly, but is also known as a ‘busta.’” Truth. Released in January 1999, “No Scrubs” by TLC became the group’s third #1 single eighth Top 10. It’s also a song I unabashedly love for reasons I cannot comprehend. I am certainly appreciative of female empowerment and the…
Read MoreI stopped being such an insufferable music shitass in 2010. I fancied myself a music nerd in college, but aggressively hated 90% of all music for no good reason. That’s probably the worst thing about being a punk rock fan. Unless something falls within a very narrow aesthetic definition, you pretty much hate it on…
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