Once upon a time about 1990, a CD called Back Street Symphony, by a British band called Thunder, showed up in the collection of my best friend Charles. “What’s this?” I asked, holding it up. “Oh, man. Check this out.” He reached for it to put it in. Charles has always been a pretty understated … Read more
Lots of games at Palmer Park today. Parking was scarce. Folks were pulling up on the grass and what-not: Tough to find a spot today. Unless, of course, you’re an inconsiderate prick driving a gigantic pickup that might as well have “TINY PECKER” painted down the side, and circumstances have dictated that you simply must … Read more
It’s becoming clear that we’re going to have a good-looking First Lady come January 21, 2009. (Am I dancing on the Clintons’ political grave too early? I don’t think so.) Cindy McCain is attractive, if in a pulled-unnaturally-taut, perpetually-downhill-skiing, Jadis sort of way. And I just love Michelle Obama. She is hotness. Hotness is she. … Read more