Destination Happy Place (a.k.a. Justin Timberlake’s Lap)

I’ve officially achieved a whole new level of crabby. Rocco:  Good morning, beautiful. Me:  Fuck you. I can’t decide if it’s day seven of consecutive overcast skies, hormones, delayed moving dates, aching joints, tornadoes, an impending visit with Aloysius, the lack of floating people on Saturday, my failed hard drive, […]

I Propose a New Verb

So here’s the thing, Interwebz.  *points at crotch halfheartedly*  Oh I can’t even fake it.  I’m just not good company today.  I can’t seem to tear myself away from the news so I’m a little dry on witty, inane banter today. But you know who isn’t?  Who’s always good company?  […]

Welcome to the Clam House

Breaking news, Interwebz – Smart People Drink More Alcohol. Some data fiend decided to see how data on drinking habits correlated with all sorts of other fun factors like religion, education and politics. Educated godless liberals with large vocabularies, it seems, enjoy a beverage more than most. This just in […]

I’m Still A Fifteen Year Old Boy

While I’m fairly certain I already reserved my spot in Hell many years ago, today’s Craftastrophe post pretty much guarantees my VIP pass for an eternity of Rod Stewart concerts.  Awesome. I got a haircut, Interwebz.   More on the actual cutting tomorrow, but first I need to get something off […]