I hate it when people start a piece of writing with “According to Webster’s Dictionary” or similar cringes before the audience. But whenever I think of Daniel Tosh (which is seldom) I can’t help but think of the (British English) definition of “tosh”, which is “nonsense, trash, bullshit”. I checked out the etymology today at . . . → Read More: Tosher
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Can You Spot the Double Entendre? I went to see The Amazing Spider-Man last weekend, like millions of my fellow Americans, some of whom had seen it before. Sometimes I felt like I’d seen it before, too–but as someone who’s been following Spidey’s career for well over 40 years (albeit intermittently and lazily, since . . . → Read More: The Re-Mazing Spider-Man Maybe I’m more haunted by the Zeitgeist than I think. While I was mulling over my post on negative reviews this weekend, writers stung by bad reviews were bouncing all over the internet. For instance, a guy who bragged about his cunning plan to give a one-star review to the woman who had the . . . → Read More: Renegging: Bad reviews and bad ideas I was reading an extremely negative review of my third book the other day, and found it a strangely painless experience. I felt like I was watching a cat chase the red light of a laser pointer around a room: there was something essential about the process that the cat (and the reviewer) just didn’t . . . → Read More: Negging: On the art of negative reviews, and containing two (>2<) lists Checking in here to wish a happy Independence Day to my compatriots, a happy Wednesday to all. Having gotten married and having moved all our worldly possessions to one flammable location, and placed them under the protection of a pair of fire-breathing slavering beasts and a gang of meth-addled bikers, Diana and I flew off to Italy for a few weeks of workingvacationmoon. . . . → Read More: Roming Again THE SIXTEEN STAGES OF MOVING 1. I want to move. 2. I hate to move. 3. I ought to move. 4. I hate to move. 5. I have to move. 6. Find a place to move to. 7. I will pack up my things. Tomorrow, sometime. Or the day after. 8. Oh. I move . . . → Read More: Moved to be moody, and moody to be moved As fate and my innamorata would have it, I watched (within the space of a few days) two movies based on old Ira Levin novels: The Stepford Wives and Rosemary’s Baby. It seems crazy to give a spoiler alert about movies a couple generations old, so I’ll cut to the chase. Both stories end with the . . . → Read More: Make Womb! Make Womb! On Friday evening I set out with an intrepid band to see The Maltese Falcon on the big screen at the Valentine theater in the big town of Toledo. Through a set of hilarious circumstances we ended up eating dinner at the Burger Bar, where prettty good burgers were eaten but no Maltese falcons were . . . → Read More: Bath of the Titans “All citizens take notice that Carnival is decreed for tonight. Turn back the clock. There will be music, dancing, happiness at the Carnival. By order.” |
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