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Daily Archives: January 26, 2012
11 posts
For those of you keeping score at home this is the 19th GOP Primary Debate. Just in case there is some unpleasant aspect of the candidates’ personalities you missed, CNN is giving you another chance to see what terrible human beings are vying for the most powerful job in the world. My head hurts. Continue reading
It’s that time again. You know that time when everyone coalesces around the flat screen to watch the best of the best duke it out amid screams of joy and groans of agony as your favorite plays either make the high mark or flop around and lose yardage? We’re talking about the Super Bowl commercials. What did you think we were talking about? The game? Oh, ho! No one cares about that.
In anticipation of the glorious day when we all get to see what wonderful products have stepped up their marketing game and plan to wow you (subconsciously) with their magical, wanton advertisements, here then are the first two of many ads to come. Continue reading
Hey nerds! Gaming nerds! Yes, I do mean you. Put down the controller for a second and check this out.
You know Microsoft’s beloved popular gaming platform, the Xbox 360, yes? Of course you do. Well, what do you know about the Xbox 720, my friend? Continue reading
Between her Golden Globe win, Oscar nomination and accolades from both critics’ associations and film festivals, Octavia Spencer has been very busy this awards season. She just got busier. Essence, which hosts the Black Women in Hollywood Luncheon, has awarded Ms. Spencer the Breakthrough Award.
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We’ve been pretty much inundated with the onslaught of hipsterism over the last couple of years. We’ve watched them play kickball, work out in ironic 1980’s leotards and headbands, we’ve heard all about the rad and awesome indie bands they like, including movie soundtracks, and anything with a synthesizer, or sounds much like a whale birthing a billy goat! There have been mustaches, beards, glasses, knit hats, micro brews, gluten-free air molecules, skinny neckties, dirgy hats, smokes under an underpass, making their own movies, everyone seen here, and whatever else the species hipster enchants with his magic levels of angst, sporadic euphoria, and tremulous derision of things that indicate The Man exists.
So what happens when the hipster ages out, or gets evicted(?), banned(?) or excommunicated? Where do they go and what do they do, and more importantly, what are they called? Continue reading
A few years ago, I heard of something called “Artist Trading Cards.” These are little cards that are 2 ½ X 3 ½ inches (63 mm X 89 mm for the Canadians) that are decorated with some kind of “Art.” I’m not an artist, but I do love coloring and painting for fun, and these tiny cards were the perfect small canvas on which to work. The purpose of artist trading cards is right there in the name–you’re supposed to trade your tiny works of art. Continue reading
Have you heard about the newish micro-genre of dance music called moombahton? No? OK, old folks, put down your can of Ensure for a second and turn the volume up so that the next time your nieces and nephews come over you have something to talk about. Continue reading
Dear Crasstonians, what sort of books amuse you?
Do you enjoy the insanity of Dave Barry and his essays, are you a fan of Roz Chast and her collections of comics she published in the New Yorker?
What about “Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them” by Senator Al Franken? Is that one of your self-amusement go-to’s?
Personally, I am a huge fan of Jill Browne and her Sweet Potato Queens series.
How about Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris? Continue reading
Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words (“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”) and is said to have called it his best work.
What say you, Crasstonians? Care to try? The rules are simple. You have six words and unlimited punctuation to tell a story. Here’s a few to get things going.