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A long time ago in a land far, far, away, I wrote a silly little story about God. Well, it wasn’t really about God, it was more about a pseudo-dude who wanted to be God. Unfortunately for it, that position was taken. In the golden days of yore that story would have been read, put on a shelf and forgotten. Or maybe passed around to a few people and then shelved. But we live in the days of the old-fangled interweb. Things get taken off of figurative shelves all the…
Ever since Ogg saw Ook silhouetted by the evening sun men have been slaves to boobs. It doesn’t matter whose they are either; “Thanks there biker granny, you can roll those back up now.” We can’t help it. Men are hard wired to stare at boobs. Not only is ogling good for our heart rate (click the previous link to find out why) but boobs are fun to play with as well and everyone knows that play is the best thing for a happy soul. Even women will tell you…
From a mom who flashed a cop at her kid’s school, to naked revolutionaries who like fries with their political statements, today’s just one of those days.
Modern men aren’t ogling breasts; we’re admiring the marvelous handiwork of evolution. It’s a hard wired response at this point. But, now, the very foundation of evolution itself is being threatened by some psycho group of man hating thugs who probably want insects to take over as the dominant species. Boycott Cami Secret in the name of all that’s good and holy.
Okay, Game of Thrones is, thankfully, over. My girlfriend loved the show, as did millions of others. I am not among their number. Before I dive into this I do want to be clear about a couple of things; (1), the acting was first rate, not a single character rang false. (2), George R.R. Martin, for good or ill, used every fantasy plot trope he could find. That was enough for many. My problem is that creating such a stulted universe automatically means the people living in it have to…
Let’s start by facing some facts. Superhero movies, and TV shows, are making so much money right now that there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Hollywood will stop making them in the foreseeable future. The good news is, if you don’t like them, there are many other options. If you do, then you’re golden and need not worry about much else. Well, global politics and famine and stuff, sure, but not movies. This year saw Marvel demur from attending San Diego Comic Con. They certainly had no need…
We live in interesting times. On the one hand we have tech that can do amazing things. There are machines that can extract water from the air and bring moisture to parched lands. We can harness the wind to power entire cities. There are ships which use the ocean for power leaving a near zero carbon imprint on the planet. I’ve written about all of these things before and humans felt heartened. At the same time we live in a world of science denying vitriol. People who have no clue…
While I will discuss emails on our weekly radio show on The Big Wake Up Call, I never do it here. The reason is simple, while listeners to the show may be asking questions that I can answer on air, readers of the blog are usually just offering commentary. In other words printing them would be kind of needy. Oh look, someone read me. Will you read me too? It’s the main reason we got rid of the comments’ section years ago. You just are sharing a mix of fawning…
Television has long held an affinity for the comic book art form. Sometimes mining it for pure comedy gold, as they did with Batman in 1966, and sometimes using the platform to seriously look at what man can, and maybe should, accomplish as they did with the Six Million Dollar Man. Hey, that first movie didn’t win a Hugo Award for sound effects. Other highlights included Wonder Woman, Flash and Smallville. Each putting their own spin on things. Obviously I’m skipping a bunch but I want to get this done…
I have a new neighbor. He moved in a couple of months ago. It took me about 11 seconds to decide he was a douche. Maybe 12. Anyway, 2 weeks ago he introduced me to his girlfriend. She, politely, pointed out that they were on their way to their first date (Olive Garden according to him) and weren’t actually in a relationship. Just consider this moment as added evidence to his douche-baggery. Especially the whole Olive Garden thing. Set aside the fact that the food sucks, “Here baby, have some…
