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Digital Comfort Food

Rather than write another commentary on a recent event, or a critique on some new internet privacy issue, I’ve decided to write about a recent “shower thought” that I had a few days ago. It was triggered by a Buzzfeed headline I saw as I’d skimmed through my Facebook timeline:…

Dancing with Sharks

Super Bowl 2015, you rarified beast. Which part ruffled your feathers more? When Nationwide brought the house down with their apocalyptic child accident commercial? When the Seahawks and Patriots decided to settle things with their fists? Or that dancing shark, man? You know the one. The one on the left….

Dreaming Electric Keloid

It’s between the hours of midnight and three AM, mostly. That’s when the most heinous stuff comes out; when the most maladjusted parts of ourselves dance like shadows along digital moonlit vistas. Those hours are the worst. They absolutely drop off, like alcohol-drenched memories, and I’m addicted to ’em. Can’t…

Past, Present, and Future

When I was a kid, I got into Rob Zombie at about the exact same time I got into Ozzy Osbourne and Alice Cooper (and girls, for that matter…that was a huge summer). It was a stone’s skip from Alice Cooper to Frank Zappa: some snappy comments written by The…