If you’re interested, I know the big spoiler for Star Wars, and it’s the same thing that spoiled Star Trek: J.J. Abrams.
I never thought I would ever say these words, but this new Whitesnake album kicks ass.
I don’t hold too many purposefully snobby opinions, but here’s one I stand by: if you go into a bookstore and pay $35 for a reissued vinyl record, then you probably don’t need to own a turntable, because YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT.
As a huge Ghostbusters fan, I think my favorite idea for the reboot is the one where they never, ever film it.
I respect a cereal that’s willing to be geometrically correct.
I have these plates which are bigger than saucers but smaller than dinner plates which I just realized were not stacked in the cabinet according to size so I took them all out and reorganized them which reminded me that I’ve never learned what these are called so I got out my tool box and measured them and cross referenced plate types and sizes online and discovered they are too big to be bread and butter plates and too small to be lunch plates which puts them in the irritatingly ambiguous category of appetizer/dessert/salad/side plates which makes me think that maybe that much coffee this late at night was a serious lapse of judgment on my part.
I’m spending another Saturday night with the only four women in my life who have never let me down: Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sophia.
The Super Hong Kong Buffet in Newport will tell you they can make paad thai, but they are liars and you should not believe them.
If The X-Files and National Treasure got together and had a really cool kid, it would be Sleepy Hollow.
Weird Al’s new album is available on vinyl, so I’m enjoying all the super serious, vinyl activist music snobs scratching their heads, faced with a no-win scenario.