OK, I really hate using this title on this particular post, but I guess I made this bed with my eco-themed series, so I gotta sleep in it. This post is about underwear.About two years ago I came across a situation Jerry Seinfeld put adequately. This meant it was time...
I loathe the entire existence of cellphones in movie theaters. I hate it. I can't stand the texting. I can't stand the talking during the movie. I've only been OK with it in two instances, and both those movies were named Jackass and it was only because the whole theater...
The new member of the Man Card Membership is Molly's cousin Jon. For years the guy has dutifully driven his fiance from Kentucky to DC in order (usually) to haul furniture either to or from the house based on the needs of my mother-in-law. It's a yeoman's effort he puts...
So Dan and I played golf yesterday, and as I'm warming up on the practice green (which did me zilch in terms of prepping me for putting, at which I sucked royally for some reason), Dan came striding over with excitement. He overheard a guy checking in for his round,...
My column reviewing Dirt 3 and Lego Pirates of the Caribbean. Thanks to the Seattle Times for publishing.
Had to take a quick 5-day hiatus from the summer of klosterman to read Harlan Coben's new book. My mom brought it with her when she visited two weeks ago and his stuff is such a fast, engaging read that I had to plow through it quickly. Coben is one...
My summer of Klosterman continues. Or maybe it's my spring of Klosterman. Oh, hell, who gives a crap. Either way, I polished off another of his books last week, this time his second book, "Killing Yourself to Live."The book is pretty much his recounting a road trip he took across...
The wife, like a majority of female America, has an unnatural obsession with Jon Hamm. It's quickly beginning to rival her early-'90s obsession with Jordan Catalano and her circa-'Chocolat' obsession with Johnny Depp. I haven't seen Bridesmaids yet, and neither has she but hopefully her and Kristy will go soon...
A couple week's ago Kelly and I went to a Nationals game, and while the baseball action itself was pretty good (some HRs, a frickin crazy over-the-shoulder diving catch by some guy on the DC team, late-inning heroics, etc.), perhaps the true star of the game was this idiot.I get...
My recent column, reviewing Brink and Thor: God of Thunder. Thanks to Nashua Telegraph, Seattle Times and others for publishing.