"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space


Rangers Eat Nuts! #philosophy #art #satire (stated for the sake of the meandering educated fool) […]


Is this how you approach everyone you meet face to face? […]

We're Just Ripping Through This Decade, Aren't We?

“Prose Before Hos” pt. II… the series! […]

How I Met Your Ostensible Appeal to the Lowest Common Denominator:

“As an addendum, I’ll mention that it was brought to my attention that anyone who does find shows like this entertaining is most likely below the reading level required to understand, refute, accept or even be piqued to the point of finishing this thesis and given my argument, that statement actually sums it all up. Well… fuck me all to hell.” […]

Judas and His Tree

I once wrote to myself, some years ago, that if […]

Can I Get a “whooooaa Bundy!”?

If your body ever tells you:

“Look, buddy. I’m starving. Let’s […]

The Postal Service is Death Magnetic

“I religiously watched Seinfeld and The Simpsons in high-school and my best talent is relating everything I do in life to something from those two shows. I’m pretty sure that makes me something close to a sap.” […]


That is the exact second in which ‘Terminator 2: Judgment Day,’ goes from good… […]

The Ecosystem’s greatest threat: Sports Games

Wrecked oil rigs.
Limp Bizkit.
Enemies of the environment and some, effigies […]

Knock it Off, Assholes... II

“Artists will never learn to stop being modest, panty-wetting pansies. At least not in general.” […]