I like to think of myself as having certain good qualities. I may not be cool, but perhaps I have other compensatory virtues. One such thing I strive to be is Well-Informed. I read news and analysis obsessively, though admittedly… Continue Reading
I do not trouble myself with the delusion that I am cool. Indeed, if there is one thing with which I am wholly comfortable, it is the vast gulf that separates me from coolness. The truth is that I have… Continue Reading
First of all, I’m just going to put it out there that I am almost certainly going to be a wreck tonight until: 1) They call Ohio, and 2) They call the results of Question 1 in Maine. For those… Continue Reading
As you may have perhaps gathered, the Better Half and I like to watch a certain amount of television. While I also enjoy more solitary pursuits like running and reading, when it comes to how we like to unwind at… Continue Reading
I hate the way I look in photographs. It is the rare photo indeed where I can look at it and be happy with how I appear. Part of it is that I have an uncontrollable blink reflex, so I… Continue Reading
There are many things I learned about New England after I moved here. Some are wonderful. Some are… less so. I love the historicity of the region. I love the quaint old towns and the graveyards with pre-Revolutionary headstones in… Continue Reading
Alex Balk is an asshole. Now, I’ve never met Mr. Balk. I wouldn’t know him from a hole in the ground. I’ve never seen him interviewed, don’t know any of his friends, and know next to nothing about him. He… Continue Reading
At some point or another, I know that I have discussed my intense, visceral dislike of horror movies. I find being scared deeply unpleasant, and am sadly susceptible to being manipulated by filmmakers in this way. If I can sit… Continue Reading
Merely by chance, the Better Half and I avoided catastrophe the other night. Sitting wearily in front of the couch, we were flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch before heading off to bed. It is the… Continue Reading
They stare at me. I know they do. They stare at me with baleful resentment, with unconcealed contempt. Like a jilted lover. Like a forgotten friend. Like the sufferer of a long-ago but unforgiven slight. They stare at me. I… Continue Reading