Like all great American sports, Beer Me is a simple game with simple rules that becomes more nuanced and awe-inspiring when played by men and women pure of heart and single-minded in purpose. Just look at Major League Beer Me's first Hall of Fame player, Justin "Sleazy" Elliott, a competitor in either the catcher or diver position who, in his final ( Read more... )

The theatre business is doing that thing that the theatre business does, where it is simultaneously invigorating my soul with artistic accomplishment and love while destroying my soul with constant worries about money. This is the trade-off we made when we decided to disappoint our parents. OK, that's not much of a trade-off ( Read more... )

I have a number of emotions swirling through me, and a number of concerns and things that shouldn't creep in but do, but I am taking a moment to listen to Eric Motolove Alan Scottface and just shut up and enjoy that the New York Times gave my show a great review today. I will worry about anemic ticket sales later, or, perhaps, as soon as I finish ( Read more... )

This is so dumb. Do you know why this is so dumb? I will tell you, and then there will be tears ( Read more... )

Fears of being broken, of the fact that I've always been broken, never really "fixed" (if such a word is even applicable, which I know it isn't) of years gone by, of ten years, fifteen years, of bad news, of bad bad news, of old ghosts that come calling, of nooses and nightmares, pills I don't want to take, of the snow outside my window, the ( Read more... )

Yes, this will be long and yes, this will be self indulgent. Welcome to the internet.

( Death to Ghost Runner! Long Live Ghost Runner! )

Wowwee everybody sure did take to that Facebook, huh ( Read more... )

(Uh, imagine something really bombastic and awesome, like "Latin Thugs" or "Shadrach" or, I dunno, "A Fifth of Beethoven". Or, OK, alternately, a music box filled with ants. Whatever. Think of something that is wonderful.)

My website has gone live, with a few weeks worth of old posts that have been retroactively published. Check it out, tell ( Read more... )

One time in high school I got really bored and dropped a whole lot of powerful acid and drove down to the golf course to hit a bucket of balls. I had recently acquired my trademark fedora on a trip to New York and, at the time, wore it everywhere I went. I also constantly wore wraparound fake Oakleys ( Read more... )

I will not say who, for national security purposes, but I applied for a an Associate Editor position with a popular internet weblog and they actually bothered to read my stuff and actually said that they liked it! Who knew ( Read more... )