Breakfast flub
byDon’t worry, guys, we won’t forget about you. I’m talking to all five of you: brain, athlete, basket case, princess and criminal. Thirty years…
culture club
Skeleton at the Feast 2014
byFor the past four years, I’ve culled together a collection of what I felt were the best indie pop and rock songs of the year….
Paper boy
byGotta love the Internets, with their cat photos, their funny videos of stupid people getting hit in the ol’ guts-and-garbage, and the free plans…
Delay of game
byUsed to be, watching my Sunday football was good for inspiring me to go smash up the crummy concrete walkway to the front door….
I like to do drawerings
byBeen trying to keep up my goal of sketching something, anything, every day or two at least. It’s a habit I’ve picked up after…
Size matters
byWhen Jenn lived in Washington state, as a child, her family knew a man who up and left their neighborhood to finally move into…
Mindcraft
byKids say the darndest — and most damning — things. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Since we’d burned through the back catalog of…
Yeah, I Really Do Think
byWe all know Alanis Morissette didn’t know jack about irony. It’s a tired, well-documented joke at this point. So I hesitate to call it…
Still the one
byIn one of the opening scenes of a documentary on moonshiner Popcorn Sutton, the scrawny old fella in overalls is scoping out creeks to…