Today I miss the man I never met.

My Grandpa didn't die in combat when he served in World War II or Korea. He was killed by cancer. But when I think of him waiting outside the recruiter's office on December 8th, 1941 I think of the many men standing with him who did. Then, as now, those who can often least afford it pay the highest price for our right to take the day off and grill some burgers. Better not burn one today.

The death of EVERYTHING good...

From a great review: "It is 146 minutes long. . . This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls." --Lindy West

When going to work feels dumb.

That's 2, count 'em, 2 cars in the parking lot. Stupid theatre.