A number of you asked whether or not I jumped in and did that interview with the potential for mild embarrassment that I talked about here. I did do it. Everyone who said “what could go wrong?” please raise your hand. Yeah. You people with your hands raised, this post is for you. Many of
Hands up if you’ve ever written the letter. You know the letter I’m talking about—the letter that you write after the break-up. It’s the 15 page masterpiece that gives vent to everything you held back over the entire course of your relationship. It’s the letter that should properly chastise the bastard, while simultaneously making him
It’s entirely possible that I’ve finally gone around the bend. It can’t be a surprise to any of you. I’m sure many of you have thought that I was crazy in the past. But here’s the thing—I’m fairly certain my horoscope actually yelled at me on Thursday. No, I’m not kidding. I’m fairly certain it
I was going to give you my review of “The X-Files: I Want to Believe”. Make no mistake– I love this film. I was happy the first time, but thrilled the second when I had time to focus and not think, “wow, the filmmakers are behind me and damnit, Duchovny looks hot”. The X-Files grows
Photo courtesy of gadd1960. By now, many of you have figured out two things: 1) I love The X-Files and 2) the new movie comes out this weekend. There are characters, actors and storytellers that stay with you, sometimes inexplicably, for years. For me, this ranks as one of my most successful love affairs. But
Because work is making me slightly crazy right now, I’ve started even stranger imaginings than normal. Luckily, you guys get to share in the insanity. Yea! Today’s mind wandering topic: how many people would it take? For instance, at what point does someone become an “important” artist and could that be manufactured? Since art is
I’ve taken this latest round of Albert Ellis experiments very seriously. I started with the great X-Files fans at the LA Film Festival, and decided that because that went so well, I should try meeting the general public. What the hell was I thinking? I’m a hermit for a reason. People scare me. More than
No one my age should still be living in an apartment. The joys of communal living should be foisted on to only the very young because as an adult, you just hate making the compromises. I hide from my neighbors. This is a well-known fact. But I met one of them last night. She came
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/07/05/nepal.sobhraj.ap/index.html Huh. Let me just summarize this: a 64 year old man, currently spending life in prison for one murder, having admitted in the past to killing several western tourists, is engaged to be married to his lawyer’s 20 year old translator who he met 2 and a half months ago. I see. An admitted
Sex sells. There is no doubt about it. If you can make something look sexy, you are more likely to be able to sell it. The more damaging or needlessly expensive the product, the sexier the campaign has got to be. Cigarette companies have gone two ways—manly, rugged men and sexy women. I’m not sure