April 4th, 2012


pyknic [pik-nik] 1. adj. (of a body type) having a fat, rounded build or body structure 2. n. a person of the pyknic type


Muddy Waters (1913), Maya Angelou (1928), Anthony Perkins (1932), Craig T. Nelson (1944), David Cross (1964), Robert Downey, Jr. (1965), Barry Pepper (1970), David Blaine (1973), Heath Ledger (1979)


Sweet and short today.

As a society, we’re becoming dumber by the minute. But, really, it’s not entirely our fault. Because it’s not that we’re actively trying to be dumber, it’s just getting easier to be a dummy.

Case in point, the words being added to our dictionaries. Here are some of the standouts from the new entries: bromance, businessy, sexting, femcee, clickjacking and va-jay-jay.

To be fair, not all of these “words” will make the cut for the actual print editions for the upcoming year but who actually buys dictionaries these days? Are they flying off the shelves? I don’t think so.

Basically, the line between proper English and slang is being blurred beyond recognition. And, hey, I’m far from the most orthodox person you know but, still, it’s kind of annoying.

And that’s beyond refudiation. Wait, that’s not a word? WTF?


Part of getting over it is knowing that you will never get over it.  Anne Finger


I can’t stop listening to Gotye‘s “Somebody That I Used To Know.” Let me know what you think.


→ I was just starting to get into HBO’s “Luck.” So, of course it’s been cancelled. But, unlike the dozens of shows I’ve liked that’ve been jettisoned, this one’s actually for a solid reason.

→ This past Sunday night, I saw the movie version of 21 Jump Street. Growing up, the FOX series was one of my favorites. I was skeptical going into the theater and was pretty sure I wasn’t going to dig it. But I actually enjoyed the fact it wasn’t a true remake and there were enough allusions to the series without making it shitty. Not the best movie of all time, but worthy of a Sunday night, after-work viewing.


05.02.11 – a monday


aplomb [uhplom, uhpluhm] n. 1. imperturbably self-possession, poise or assurance 2. the perpendicular, or vertical, position


Benjamin Spock (1903), Engelbert Humperdinck (1936), Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson (1972), David Beckham (1975), Lily Allen (1985)


Osama bin Laden  was killed yesterday, roughly ten years after the tragedy of 9/11.

Long story short, someone found out that the douchebag was holed up in some Pakistani mansion, a special forces unit was sent in and, shortly thereafter, he died because that’s pretty much the only option when a bunch of guys are riddling you with bullets.

(I like to think the unit resembled the one from Predator but without Carl Weathers’ character because that dude had his own agenda and a disruptive one at that.) 

President Obama addressed the nation late last night and said all of the right things but there was definitely a look in his eyes that said, “Have some, Trump.”

To say that the killing of bin Laden is huge is a monumental understatement. People around the world have been calling for the asshole’s head ever since he decided it would be amusing to murder a couple thousand people because his outdated culture/religion just wasn’t holding people’s attention the way it once had. It’s against my nature and it feels callous typing this but if anyone deserved to be shot a whole bunch of times, it was Osama bin Laden. He simply needed to go.

Lastly, I’m curious to see, in the week to come, how our completely misguided society and its dreadful “media” are going to spin this in a way that makes the killing of bin Laden, something that every red-blooded human has been demanding, into some sort of political maneuvering on the part of Obama. Oh, it’s coming. And it’s going to be pretty nauseating.


It’s an amazing disappointing realization to know just how thoughtless and insensitive to other human beings we can so simply and predictably be programmed to be. ↔ David Cross


Sometimes I fall asleep with the television on. I’m human, it’s true. The other morning I woke up and the show Yes, Dear was on and John Hiatt was making a cameo, I guess, singing some nonsense song called “Things I Think About At Work.” I wish it was a real Hiatt tune because it was pretty damn catchy. I’ve been singing it in my head ever since. Occasionally, it’s the simple things, no?


An hour after the death of bin Laden, Google’s all ready on top of it. Love it.

→ I’m not too proud to say that I got a little choked up watching Steve Carell’s final appearance (for now) on The Office. Judge me if you’d like. I’m completely comfortable with my sentimentality.

Fast Five made $83.6 million at the box office this weekend. Come on, people, we’re better than this.