Happy Phriday and Happy Phall! Phall means back to school for students and freedom for Moms and Dads from their offspring following them around saying ‘I’m booooooored’ all day.
Today we celebrate Back to School with Photos – school photos, photos of schools, photos of school supplies – anything school related. Continue reading
It’s never good to hate, especially nerds. There’s no way you’ll ever get your computer fixed now. No, not ever. You should also think about the ramifications of hating on a millionaire nerd. Those guys basically rule the world. But really, and truly, nerd hate only hurts one person…you.
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My BFF is Bill. He is like a scary, funny Gremlin who’s been fed after midnight. His mother recently passed away after a long illness, and though my friend is tough, this was significantly tougher. For a while, anyway.
The family mausoleum is in the historic and very beautiful Green-Wood cemetery in Brooklyn.
Symbols abound in our lives. If you got a bouquet of yellow roses from a dude in 1880, it meant “We’re pals and that’s it.”. You see a stick figure of a guy on a door and you can probably pee standing up if you cross the threshold. Victorian ladies would snap their lacy hand-held fans at you if you pissed them off. These days, women don’t usually carry fans. But I don’t know one who can’t give you the side-eye. We use these things to communicate when speech is either not needed or welcome. Let’s see how that went for me and a friend yesterday. Continue reading
Before you jump in and make a fool of yourself, it’s time to learn at little bit about lap swimming etiquette. Yes, that’s right, etiquette. There’s a polite way to do this, and I promise you that with a few pointers, you might not be able to out-swim Michael Phelps, but you can swim in the same pool that he does and not look like a total douche. Continue reading
Skrillex – First Of the Year (Equinox) from HK CORP on Vimeo.
One part Aphex Twin music video. One part Hard Candy. A dash of The Matrix. A sprinkle of general sci-fi/fantasy mind games. All awesome. Enjoy!
Greetings. Aaye! QaQ Daq legh SoH! 0110100001101001! This week, we are going to roll up the black sleeves of our arcane robes, open a copy of Necromancy for Dummies and take a look at stories involving the undead, the soon to be dead those lucky few who have been brought back from Death’s cold grasp. Listen, and you’ll hear the Assassin’s song of Death. It’s the kind of music one would hear in a movie about a zombie falling for a girl. It’s certainly better than Archie and Jughead will be subjected to, that poor soul. We’ll take a look at these tales and learn why Gary is a horrible, horrible person who deserves swift kick in the groin in this NERD NEWS ROUNDUP!
Comedian Kevin Bartini has started a petition to rename the block of W 121st Street where Carlin grew up “George Carlin Way.” Carlin’s daughter, Kelly, supports the proposal. She told ABC News Radio: “I feel it’s very important to protect his legacy and keep the torch lit and to keep the conversation going the next 40 years and I’m very proud and honored to do it.” Many blocks of New York’s streets have been named for famous residents. Is there any reason why Carlin shouldn’t also be memorialized in such a way? Comment.
Simple one today. Travel broadens the mind, which is why insular Tea Party types so often have never even applied for a passport while some of us elitist liberal international jetsetters have acquired such big heads.
Pop music is just short for “popular” music and what is popular has changed over generations. Prior to the rock n’ roll music, the big, rich sound made my velvet-voiced ladies and remarkably talented musicians was the popular music – we were all so civilized then. American Standards crossed musical genres, races and styles and transport you to a hot club populated by elegantly dressed patrons at tiny two-top tables, cigarette smoke billowing to the rafters. You’ve heard it all before, probably a few different ways, but the originals really did it best. Continue reading
Hi there. Are you centered? Are you grounded? Let’s do a few deep breaths, and get into our me-space.
This week on Project Runway, also known as Amateur Therapy Hour, we saw so many emotions, didn’t we? So many emotions, all mixed up in a big old stew of crazy. You need a tissue? Here, take the box. Looks like our remaining sewtestants were divided into two groups in some sort of daisy-chain selection method, where each person selected then turns around and selects the next team member. Very John Dewey, wouldn’t you say?
Now, before you click ahead to read more, remember your trigger words, because there’s spoilers under the link. Continue reading