Archive for April, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
OK, this is lame.
But it has been so silent around here that I felt I must BLOG.
As you all know and don’t seem to care, I am now writing full time over at http://www.videogum.com. I would kindly ask that you add it to your e-bookmarks and send it to your mom. She will love it. [...]
Friday, April 11, 2008
So, I signed up for 50 Cent’s tumblr today, obviously. You can’t get into some of the important areas (forum) without being registered. DONE. But I ran into some trouble on the registration page.
Sure. But REQUIRED FIELD? I’m pretty sure this is only so that 50 Cent can decide if he wants to fuck you [...]
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Team,
I’m very excited to let you know that we launched our new website today, videogum.com. This is going to be the go-to place on the internet for what my co-editor Lindsay Robertson and I think about what’s happening in movies, TV, web video, and videogames. It’s going to be really hard to find out what [...]
Friday, April 4, 2008
Even a broken 15-year-old is right twice a day.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Did you guys watch UFC fight night last night? SPOILER ALERT: people get their shit messed! I have only watched half of them so far (three hours guys, some of us are busy ACTUALLY FIGHTING), but what I have seen has been pretty good.
Anyway, the first bout of the evening between James Irvin and Houston [...]
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
My Dearest Friend,
I do believe this continental congress shall be the death of me. To build a nation is no easy thing, to be sure, but to build a nation of free men is a labour defying even the sturdiest of souls. Would that the sword of England were lifted from above our heads, Abigail, [...]
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Three teenagers sit next to me in a cafe talking about a recent trip to France one of them just returned from.
Teen 1: I had a Royale with Cheese.
Teen 2: A what?
Teen 3: (shrugs)
Teen 1: A Royale with Cheese.
Teen 2: What’s that?
Teen 1: It’s McDonald’s.
Teen 3: Wait, today?
Teen 1: No. It’s a joke I think.
Linda M. put cellophane over the toilet seat in the bathroom and waited outside the bathroom door for four and a half hours, barely containing her laughter in anticipation of the frustrated screams. Linda M. lives alone.
Colin R. let the air out of his friend’s tires and then told him that his mother was [...]
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