In Which I Ask Lady Gaga for $1.15 Billion

You know what really grinds my gears? No, not people quoting sophomoric cartoons they watch on a daily basis like they’re a 14 year-old boy.

Senator Tom Coburn really grinds my gears. And not in any good or dirty way you might want to take that.

He really pisses me off.

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Who Are You Calling Shallow?

I’ve had the sick, sadistic pleasure of watching college-aged kids learn how to swim. It’s very similar to watching little kids learn how to swim, but for me the flailing and wailing of a six-foot-two, 20 year-old man faced with three feet of water is much more entertaining than the same ruckus coming from a diminutive 5 year-old girl. Hence: sick. Sadistic. But you knew that.

After a few lessons, though, the swimmer, be he or she 20 or 5, will eventually take those first tentative strokes towards the deep end. Spend enough hours in the water and a person who first came to a pool more likely to sink than swim will end up jumping off the high-dive.

But everyone starts in the shallow end, their toes reaching for purchase on the pool floor, their noses firmly set above the water.

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I don’t understand your definition of “link dump”

Thematic post titles are thematic. (Let me Google that for you.)

Today, I’m letting other people say things I wish I’d said first. By quoting them liberally. Welcome to the Friday “link dump.”

Before we get started, though, I’d like to give credit where credit is due. I can no longer say Misha CollinsRandom Acts isn’t taking what I say to heart. Check out their page highlighting the “random” acts they’ve undertaken: “The C-List.” Sure, maybe it’s short for “charity,” or maybe it’s named after that one time I called Misha a C-lister. If the latter, good on you, Random Acts! Now about those orphanages… (Aside: I say it with love, Misha! Can we still be frenemies?)

Now to our regularly scheduled programming.

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