Defending the indefensible – or my irrational appreciation of Shatner.

Burt Reynolds is a murdering sociopath pederast with a case of jungle fever, but his real flaw is that he’s a cop.

We are all gay for Iceman over here.

Wealthy Nitwits Making Pancakes

Thank God for Miranda July

Lies and Illusions. It could be the title to a romance novel. The name of a Nickleback song. An 8th grader’s poem about society.

Here, our turds have become one. On a unified, peaceful accord. Insulated selfhood gives way into innate, homogenized harmony.

Rabbit, Run

Watts….Newark…Vancouver?

When Nature Attacks: Part 3