OSCARS! AM I RIGHT? By Paul Merrill When the Oscar nominations were announced earlier this week, the Internet blew up. From the lack of diversity in the acting categories to the sn[...]
Perhaps like some of you, I rolled into the new year (quite literally) carrying a little extra insulation. This wasn’t a surprise, mind you, as I was still enjoying an Odyssean jou[...]
Let’s get one thing out of the way: the War on Drugs put out the best album of 2014. It’s called Lost in the Dream, it is everything rock music aspires to be, and I knew within two[...]
If you’re reading this, I, Billy Mays, have taken permanent leave of planet Earth. I’m sure this piece of paper is already drenched in your anticipatory slobber, but I must disappo[...]
March is National Reading Month. I follow several different libraries on Tumblr. One, Frisco Library, shared this poster from the Work Projects Administration Poster Collection for[...]
One of the few advantages of being a broken down, 42-year-old bastard like me is you no longer have to listen to new music. I still do listen to new music, of course. But with clas[...]
In today’s age of instant reaction, the verdict on what’s cool and what isn’t can change as swiftly and unexpectedly as the wind. Something can go from being deemed “cool” by the u[...]
Liz, This will be awkward, as we do not know each other. We have never even spoken to one another. We only sat very near each other in the fine dining establishment of Korma Sutra [...]
Wackford Squeers. Mortimer Lightwood. Georgiana Podsnap. Uriah Heep. When it came to inventing goofy character names that could also double for prog-rock bands, Charles Dickens was[...]
I can’t write fiction anymore. I noticed it began late last week when I sat down to write a short story about a group of friends trading stories over dinner. It was a dialogue-heav[...]