Fifteen minutes ago, I was seething in a really unhealthy way and ready to write up a scathing account of forgotten broccoli. But now I’m munching on some pretty decent cheese and slices of pear,…More of thisThere’s nothing else to worry about in the world.
A little goldfish arrived in our care after Katie’s nephew threw some balls in an uncannily accurate way at a county fair and, in return, received several fish in ziplock bags filled with water. It’s been…More of thisWilly and the daily chance that we’ll find him dead
I’m not exactly a fellow who seeks out culinary pain. But I’m an adult, so I put spaghetti sauce on my pasta and regularly buy the “hot” variety of jar salsa. I’ll use all the…More of thisWe regret the error
What is there to say about Scott Hinton? If he were writing this, he’d tell me to stop – but he might reluctantly let me share some of his recent work from his 17 years…More of thisA remembrance of Scott Adrian Hinton
I regret to inform you that there’s been a death in the Journal Star family. His body was found today in the rain, splayed along the road to 1 News Plaza. We’ll miss him dearly. PEORIA…More of thisA Black Friday casualty
“The most spectacular [Perseids] since at least 2008,” eh? I packed up some blankets, a tripod, a camera rarely used, a flashlight that has a crank on the side so you’ll never need batteries again, a can…More of thisThe celestial phenomena and you!
I’m back in Saugutuck, Michigan on what is ostensibly my birthday weekend getaway. Summer brings the masses to Lake Michigan shorelines, so some carefully hinted birthday language secured us a roof over our heads in…More of thisPlease hit “pause”
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Pow! Right in the kisser! Requiem for a Heavyweight gives us a first-person perspective of what it's like to be punched in the face by Cassius Clay (Muhammad Ali.) Ouch. But that's not as bad as sitting beneath a giant swing-arm desk lamp, sweating for a podcast recording. Take a good look in the mirror and then say goodbye to what you see.
Everything went south after 16 minutes and 35 seconds, but why deprive you of Akira because of our technical gaffe? Amoebas don't make motorcycles and atomic bombs!