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I am not just tipping my over-dramatic cap in his general direction when I say that Beck's Sea Change album is possibly the greatest example of aural ecstasy since Marvin Gaye helped spread the blight of pregnancy with the smooth stylings of "Let's Get it On." I suppose I've been known to exagerrate from time to time when I've said for example, ( Read more... )

You must read Tim Carver's editorial in today's New York Times, written in response to the fraudulent memoirs of yore.

Just to whet your appetite:

"IT is with great sorrow, and no small amount of embarrassment, that I must confess to some inadvertent errors, omissions and elisions in my best-selling memoir, "A Brief History of Tim." In the wake ( Read more... )

Check out this dog. Is it not the cutest dog ever or what? Except for Hunny Bunny of course.

I still hate you, and I always will. But Red Sox fans are going into cardiac arrest all over Boston tonight thanks to both you, and an unhealthy amount of Italian sausage, and that's alright in my book.

But this new layout works much better. Not as original, but yet, kind of original. And it features a background of a painting by Marc Chagall whom I love.

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Dear College Executive Who Tries His Hand at Poetry for Cheap Laughs,

Please, no matter what, resist the urge to rhyme kitchen with bitchin'.

Sincerely,
An Appalled Writer

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Last night, I watched the most horrible film in the history of humankind.

Vanity Fair. Starring Reese Witherspoon, and the delectable James Purefoy. It was well acted, it was visually beautiful, but the whole thing left me so singularly disgusted that all of the good pieces of the film were lost on me.

Vanity Fair is one of those books that I, ( Read more... )