Where’s the Beef?
Yesterday, I was revolted after watching a large grunting man gulp down a half a pound of overcooked ground beef as it oozed condiments and dribbled lard-turned-liquid on his face and plate. It doesn’t help that his shirt was two sizes too small and I was forced to view his naked belly, layered like a stack of pancakes. This lovely culinary experience happened in a pub with a sign on the window that said: “NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO SERVICE”. Obviously, Billy Joe the...
Read MoreWriters, Please Reply
I would love to know the toils writers face during the process of developing their works and beyond. Please! Enlighten me with your methods, inspirations, and disasters. The creative process, nightmarish stress, and incredible self-doubt threaten to consume all creative types. So for the sake of camaraderie among writers and writer wannabes, divulge your secrets. Help us feel united under one driving need to spill our guts out on a page, to divulge our darkest secret emotions, to create...
Read MoreNational Lampoon’s Vacation Part 23
We headed to Camden, Maine a couple of weeks ago for a family reunion and a little vacation fun. Camden is a favorite of mine. Its picturesque main street advertises lobster stews and clams, Maine shrimp sandwiches and maple fudge. Colonials showcase overflowing flower boxes along the side streets, while nearly every restaurant overlooks the Penobscot bay. I love watching the boats bob over the wake and the gulls glide in the wind… So we set out with anticipation. I, for one,...
Read MoreBumper Sticker Blight
Bumper stickers can be fun, cool even; especially if you drive a junker. Why not sass it up with something funny like “Buckle Up. You never know when an Alien might suck you out of your car”? Hilarious. Stickers with political jokes are sticky but thought-provoking, favorite countries or towns- fine, sport’s teams- okay. I even like a good offensive religious jest from time to time. It’s important not to take our views too seriously, after all. These car...
Read MoreWe’re Just Teenagers
I’ll never forget my first trip abroad as an alleged adult. I was baffled by the European way of doing things. Why, for instance, were there massive garbage receptacles with 4 giant holes on every corner? Doesn’t anyone NEED the privacy of their own car in Europe, or is public transportation good enough? Why was everyone so thin when there was a gorgeous bakery every five feet? Must every public place emit the pungent aroma of body sweat and stale smoke? How could a...
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