If I were into faulty statistical analysis, I could easily make the foolish assumption that Elvis Costello song titles are what attract readers. And, holy-user-supplied-content-Batman, comments and commenters.
But I know that’s not the case. Stupid-ass creationists struggling with anything they can…
Not feeling stupid enough? Well, my friends, here’s your chance to let those irritating “ideas” and “opinions” go! Watch this (I highly suggest only watching from the 3:30 to 4:37 mark) and feel that irritating vein of independent thought slip dully…
Sheesh. Remember when, six days ago, I mentioned that I bought tickets to a concert? Well, I just got an e-mail informing me that today—hold your breath, it’s exciting–my tickets were printed.
Is this totally bizarre or is it just me?…
I’ve been hearing for months about this “Greasemonkey” thing that’s supposed to be just the greatest thing since, like, ever, and I’ve put off doing anything about learning what the hell it is, because I thought it was a Firefox-only…
In a continuing series of going to concerts, we’re now gonna go see the Arctic Monkeys at some place in San Diego.
Tickets aren’t supposed to be on sale until tomorrow, but I somehow got Ticketmaster to sell ‘em to me. Pricing…
Ever have one of those days at work where your attitude can be best summed up by “Fuck it”? Yeah. That was today. I got my chain yanked a little bit by the boss and yanked back. Probably a little…
Go see Brick (Official site). I’m not saying that just because the writer/director is an old high school friend, or because he shot and set the entire film in my hometown, I’m saying that you should see it because it’s good.…
We went to see Marc Maron last night. For those of you who’ve never heard of him, he’s an excellently strange neurotic genius of a comedian. The closest I can come to a comparison is the insecure neediness of Woody Allen…