Oh, wow. I don’t even know how to process this. I thought Michael Jackson was hard. There are some people who, when they go, they take all of what defined them with them. And all of the Robin Williamsness in the world has been unceremoniously ripped down like a homecoming dance backdrop on Saturday morning. … Read more
There is nothing in the world like getting kicked in the balls. It’s not just the pain, though that is certainly memorable. The defining characteristic is that it’s reliably delayed. When you get a solid shot to the crotch, it doesn’t hurt right away. But you know it’s going to be excruciating in three seconds. … Read more
The way I end up back at Madison Square Mall is that I start wondering how much worse it’s gotten since my last check-in. Then, I start thinking about how easy it would be to get some steps there, and a month or so after my initial wondering, I rip the Band-Aid off and show back up. … Read more