For the last quarter of the season The Rundown will be switching to Sunday mornings in a blatant attempt to spur conversation. I’ll be doing a preview of some of the most important match ups of the week instead of doing a review of the previous week’s action. See what I did there? I added a “p”. Mr. and Mrs. Ross are still making picks and while Thursday’s wasn’t posted you will have to take my word for it we both picked the Broncos. Anyway, on to The Rundown. Continue reading
The secret arrow in my holiday quiver is this cheddar cheese ball. It’s simple to make, is incredibly addictive and can even make uneven gift giving seem on par. It’s kind of magical that way.
For instance, my cousin gave us a DVD player (with Wi-Fi!) as an early Christmas present. I was stunned by the gift, and giddy as a schoolgirl. But, I wasn’t prepared for a gift exchange the night before Thanksgiving. However I had made her a cheese ball as a surprise.
When I lamented the fact that the only thing I had for her was the cheese ball her face lit up.
“No, no this is awesome!” Continue reading
Happy hangover. Continue reading
Tonight’s installment of the least-funny show on television (next to “Two And A Half Men”) features the equally unfunny Jamie Foxx. I imagine that there will be at least one absolutely uncomfortable racially-tinged skit that will straddle the lines of good taste and humor. Oh, the musical guest will be Ne-Yo. Expect lots of auto tune. What isn’t autotuned are the comments–so join us in snarking on the so-called humor! Continue reading
Time to get serious again, folks! While cleaning out my parent’s first floor after the hurricane I came across some stories I had written. Luckily, the ink on most of them were still visible. The following is one of those stories. I wrote it in the Fall of 2005, towards the end of my battle with an eating disorder. Although I no longer suffer, each day I continue to struggle with it.
With her left hand she grips the porcelain bowl. The right index finger enters her mouth and moves back to the farthest reaches of her throat. She tickles her tonsils and feels the bile rise; almost there. Remove the finger, let the floodgates open and expel dinner. A running shower prevents detection. The bowl a putrid mixture of acid, food and soda. The tomato sauce had been tastier on the way down. Nothing sticks around for long. Continue reading
There have been a lot of holiday playlists going around, some focusing on The Good, and some focusing on The Bad, but all focusing on one particular holiday. With Chanukah starting tonight, what’s a Nice Jewish Boy or Girl to listen to? To bring a little diversity to your mixtape and give you a break from ringing your sleighbells, here’s a list of the Catchiest Chanukah Songs: Continue reading
Far be it from me to tell someone not to write until their heart’s content. I maintain that putting pen to paper, or filling up a blinking cursor with type, can be as cathartic as anything else experienced. However, that doesn’t make it very good, or worth $3.7 Million. And it begs the question if Lena Dunham hadn’t struck a sort of millennial gold with her HBO show, Girls, would the world know about her musings on ice pops, celibacy, and diaries? Continue reading
When I was overseas, I got the chance to walk through ancient Babylon, which had been rebuilt and preserved by Saddam Hussein in addition to a lavish palace addition next door. When I say “lavish”, don’t confuse the word with some empty top-shelf adjective; this palace is the embodiment of the word itself. Though it had long since been looted of every scrap of ornamentation the palace still radiated an air of quiet grandiosity.
I took a trip up there with some other guys from my comm shop for the day and spent hours just wandering through the palace, looking through room after room in awe. It was as if I had been transported back in time to some ancient world in which kings and emperors wielded their wealth as heavily as they did their swords. Continue reading
You know when pranks are the most fun? When you’re a stupid kid at sleepaway camp and someone short sheets your bed, or sticks your fingers in a bowl of water, or puts toothpaste on your face, and when you find out, you’re allowed to give the requisite three punches to the arm. Yes, this is when pranks are basically just goofy little things most kids go through in the process of bonding and finding camaraderie with their fellow kid maniac friends. Continue reading