Greenwich Bitch Time

While I was hoping to have an exciting BLAK COFFEE update for today’s post, it appears I’ve been undone by the self-described meanest of all time zones. That’s right – as of today, Greenwich Mean Time (pictured above) is officially my enemy. While I’m guessing I’ll probably have as much success with this vendetta as I did with my ill-fated “I don’t grow crops so I’m...

What Vacation?

Given that I’m not Garfield and that I fancy myself as having a bit of an imagination, I’m not going to sit here and complain about it being Monday. I will, however, point out that this is no ordinary first day of the week (unless you’re one of those people whose calendar starts on Sunday – who are you people, anyway?) This is my first day back in the office after a week’s worth...

“Softball” is a Cruel Misnomer

A few weeks back, most likely following a night of heavy drinking that temporarily blacked out my scarring childhood memories of competitive sports, I made the unlikely decision to join the ranks of Culver City’s upcoming softball sensation, the Suicide Squeeze. While I know there are any number of reasons to join an amateur, one night a week local sports team – money, women and eternal...

Domus Mactibilis

It’s true. For a guy who claims his entire life is movies, I don’t spend a heck of a lot of time blogging about what’s out there in the theaters. It’s not that there’s a lack of want – it’s just that I like to keep the Land Elsewhere nation a relatively sunny place, and I’m pretty sure that broadcasting my thoughts on flicks like MIAMI VICE might just send us all hurtling...