An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation


I have reason to believe that my plants are planning a revolt.

I Want to Pinch David Lynch

Staggering out of the theater two hours and 25 minutes after paying to see ‘Mulholland Drive,’ I say to my roommate, “I don’t think David Lynch ever intended to make a movie anyone could decipher. In fact, I think he takes morbid pleasure in knowing…


The Musical Biography of Quincy Jones



How to Charm Me

Assign gender roles to your various audio equipment.

How to Annoy Me

Ask me to templatize my block-up flow document one more time.