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He Was High? He Went Far! Now He’s Gone. 🙁
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site Double Overtime. Please visit it regularly for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional coverage of business and technology. I’ve probably spent more hours of my life consuming sports than I have working or indulging in any other pasttime. Therefore, I’d contend I’ve developed
Kung Fu Pander?
I’ve now authored more than 1600 of these musings; when you add in what I’ve added on our sports-centric site The Double Overtime the total skyrockets to over 2500. I’m aware that’s more than enough to fill a book; in the opinion of some who have introduced me to the acronym TL;DR that might be
The Spirit Used To Move Me
I really do try to be empathetic to others’ troubles. More days than not that approach falls into the category of misery loves company, if for no other reason that I’ve learned first hand that practically everyone I even remotely know who is actually succeeding these days is thoroughly unwilling to engage in any “downer”
We Know The Game You’re Playing. But You’d Better Work On The End Game.
Let’s get one thing straight upfront: I’m as sick as you are of this whole Jimmy Kimmel and Disney mishagas–maybe more. My algorithms have apparently been trained to immediately show me yet another outraged reaction to something that either he or the farter-in-chief have been saying in their neverending battle of wits, one-sided though it
Prada’s Never Out Of Fashion For A Reunion
Unless you’ve been under a rock you probably already know that the official kickoff to the summer-ish blockbuster season is the incredibly promoted sequel to a box office darling from 20 years ago, THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. Perhaps one of the most enduring remnants of the far more narcissistic oughts, the OG version was the
God Save The King? How About Us?
I was inclined to have a tad more interest in this week’s road trip for Chuck and Cammy given my lineage. As I’m not ashamed to overshare, my grandparents were London Eastenders who despite their decidely blue-collar roots always had four o’clock tea with Cadbury biscuits whenever I visited. And when I discovered the existence
So Who Needs Berlanti Anyway?
Mention The WB or The CW to a more casual millennial fan and you’ll immediately be regaled with warm fuzzies of shows like DAWSON’S CREEK, THE GILMORE GIRLS, BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, SUPERNATURAL and just about every classic DC comic book character you could remember. By the mid-2010s that particular niche had mushroomed to include
It’s Josh’s War Now.
We are all acutely aware that the leader of the free world spends a lot of time lying awake in the wee small hours of the morning thinking about the state of the world–at least the version that perhaps the most celebrated malignant narcissist to ever occupy 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is capable of comprehending. Well,
Ding! That’s A Right Answer!!
You likely know I’m a game show junkie; I’ve probably mused at least a hundred times since we started this about the genre. And even as recently as yesterday, in the wake of yet another seeming attempted assassination attempt on our administration, I couldn’t go without making a reference to an obscure failed series from