This week, being the week of Valentine’s Day, has been most taxing. As a hermit and eventual cat lady, I’m too busy watching Jane Austen film adaptations to write. Thus, I will be handing over my duties to world-renowned gentleman Sir Lester Butterfill XXIX for this week for his rumination Read More…
Come with me now on a journey through space and time. The gang’s all here. My ol’ compadre and resident straw-hat enthusiast Sir Lester Butterfill XXIX is in the house. And today, we’re joined by the best company television can provide. There’s Tony Reason — manta ray and record executive Read More…
I know where Michelle Tanner sleeps. I know where she eats. I even know the strange sea-creature wallpaper she has in her room. And now I definitely know people will think I’m stalking young girls. I’m not, I promise. It’s a well-documented fact that adults are easier to capture due to Read More…
You’ll have to excuse my writing partner, Sir Lester Butterfill XXIX, for the time being. He’s been called away on business of a most secure and delicate nature. The only facts I could glean regarding it were the words “apocalypse” and “Bono’s sunglasses are missing.” It sounds pretty serious. But Read More…
Do you remember G-Unit Radio? How about You Know What It Is? Maybe Gangsta Grillz? I do. I remember being in middle school and high school listening to the newest mixtapes from these now classic series feeling like I was a straight G, like I was listening to the most Read More…
Previously on “TV Land,” the continuing saga of last semester’s arts column had reached its dramatic conclusion. Our protagonist, Jessica Pena, had gone from a fresh-faced upstart to the worst possible level of humanity — someone who openly admitted to liking “The O.C.” Times were bleak, conditions were perilous. “Community” Read More…
I was going to write about Thanksgiving this week. I was going to write about how glorious it is that once a year (more than once in my case), we can sit down as proud Americans and engorge ourselves with genetically-modified organisms while I sit at the kids’ table. But, Read More…
The late ’90s were trying times for all of us. It was clear the apocalypse was near as Y2K was imminent, the first “Star Wars” prequel was released and some sadistic son of a bitch decided bleached tips were an attractive quality for pre-adolescent boys. For better or worse, Lance Read More…
He has the finest alabaster skin, a mane of lush crimson locks and blue eyes that pierce the soul like a red hot poker to the heart. He entices the senses with his Irish pixie looks and devilishly smooth dance moves. He’s the perfect man aside from former U.S. Treasury Read More…
Few clothing accessories puzzle me as much as the elbow patch. A fez can impress, a bowtie can be cool but an elbow patch just confounds me with its utter uselessness. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time thinking on the origin of the elbow patch. Perhaps, this was a Read More…
