I’ve held my tongue for the longest time about the demise of a simple Strunk & White grammatical rule: do not end sentences with a preposition. I’ve held my tongue because, as a student of the English language, I recognize that language — and its rules — evolve over time. Spelling changes. Syntax changes. New…
Today, while enjoying a rainy Christmas afternoon with my mom in her room, I noticed a translucent bag with brightly colored stuff in it. “What’s this?” I asked. “Oh,” my mother replied, “some girl was delivering these to the residents [of the nursing home].” On closer inspection, this is what I found.
Seems like I don’t read nearly as many novels as I used to. For a writer, this may seem like some secret shame: a decreasing dependency on the written word is like an “actor” slumming on TV. I won’t bitch and moan about how most modern literature bores me to tears, but I will say…
In my most recent post below, I heaped generous backhanded praise on TV’s Lost. I’m about to upgrade that backhand to a Wushu bitch slap. To say I feel deceived and cheated by a TV show would be to give it entirely too much credit. Yes, I was suckered into J.J. Abrams clever world. I…
This morning, while driving in a half-awake daze to a job I fabulously dislike, I encountered two traffic jams. Each of them was caused by rubberneckers. Accidents, some bent fenders and bumpers, there might even have been injuries. Happens all the time. The cumulative effect of one driver tapping the brakes to view the carnage…
I’ve got a bonanza PWSBK installment this time around. Why? Because despite the fact that San Francisco’s population has declined steadily over the last few years, there are still too many assholes and many of them need to be killed. Being the magnanimous guy I am, I extend the killing, as usual, to the much…
The iPod and all its spawn fascinate me. I’d never buy one because I think they’re overpriced and overrated, but I happily admit to their sexy appeal. The power of brand, high-falutin’ Apple design and market hunger converge to bestow on this family of products a glamor that beggars description. It’s a bit like when…
Let’s review the groups I’ve identified over the last couple of years who should be killed with extreme prejudice and without a spit of remorse. Please note that some of the links below don’t work. Sue me. Part XIII: people who drop food in their tracks and lesbians who stare at me. Part XII: god…
Nice, the 13th installment of <b>People Who Should Be Killed</b>. I had a pedestrian entry, but let’s get jiggy with it, shan’t we? <li>People who drop food in their tracks when they’re walking and eating at the same time. I have Beagles. That’s a disclaimer. But, really, these people are fucking pigs.</li> <li>Lesbians who stare. …
I’m listening to a lot of baseball this time of year. The Giants and the Cubs in the playoffs, oh my! More suspense and excitement than I can stand. But in the midst of all this competitive rapture are two types of people whom you should kill if they’re anywhere within range of your rock-throwing…