Sasha and Malia are winning, big.
After a White House scavenger hunt! (A WHITE HOUSE SCAVENGER HUNT! I wish I knew what was hidden in the Lincoln Bedroom!) They open a door to find the JONAS BROTHERS (which would be a huge deal if you were
Real Life Costumed Superheroes (I Shit You Not)
Soon-to-be PopTenGuy Greg Babonis just stumbled onto a gold mine! The World Superhero Registry isn’t for role players who pretend to be super heroes. It isn’t for cosplay and it isn’t for the weak of heart. It is intended only
The Top 50 Songs of 2008: Said the Gramophone
Ah the joys of stumbling onto a sublime blog. Not only did this post awaken me to a slew of fantastic songs, the reviews of each song are written so beautifully and dead on… frankly, reading and listening to
California Hippie Strangles Himself with Own Dreadlocks
Now that I’ve got your attention, yesterday the 20th of Janurary 2009, was history. I’m not telling you something you don’t already know unless you’ve had your head in your bum for the last twenty months. What I am going
The Weekly Lollers: Episode One
Friends have dubbed me Uncle Forwardy, and this is my first step towards recovery. Every week I’m going to compile the things that made me ride my lollerskates to the lollercoaster of giddiness. If you unearth something of more-than-trifling
Obama is Rodimus Prime
Sure, you could watch the inaugural speech a fourth time. But if you’d like to see what really happened today, look no further. At least that’s how I’ve been seeing it all day. Props to Obama on his speech- damn
Couldn’t have said it better myself…
Check out my man J Smooth over at illdoctrine.com as he pretty much sums up the way I feel about all the presidential stuff…
oh heck yeah!
Congratulations, America!
Happy MLK Day, Professor X
Thinking about MLK too much makes me well up a bit, and what with Obama on the cusp of achieving our collective dreams, I have to stray from that path, rather than write up some insipid tear-soaked post. (Not going
01.19.08 My Top Ten RIGHT NOW
1. STAGE The Cripple of Inishmaan This is a surprisingly more sentimental play from the dark and fascinating brain of Martin McDonagh (In Bruges, Pillowman). Focusing on a small Irish town in the mid-‘30s, McDonagh creates a cast of characters