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Fred McFeely Rogers; March 20, 1928 – February 27, 2003 Among other astonishing tidbits of wisdom — like, say, a behind-the-scenes look at how crayons are made — Fred Rogers provided me with my very first lesson on how you … Continue reading →

The very existence of this video proves, once and for all, the indisputable truth about the MYSTICAL, MAGICAL TRANSFORMATIVE POWERS OF BREEDING. Celebrity Chef Anthony Bourdain was the MOST HATEFUL, MOST DISDAINFUL, MOST PUNK ROCK, NON-FILTER-CAMEL-SMOKING, BUSHMILLS WHISKEY-GUZZLING BASTARD ON … Continue reading →

Histrionic, post-60s teenage Summer romance song…complete with a PERFECTLY coiffed flip. SO fucking good.

Yes, we may have kicked their collective ass at Olympic hockey, much to their national horror…but when it comes to providing the most basic human right of access to quality healthcare to its citizenry, we got NOTHIN’ on those FABULOUS … Continue reading →

Librarian I have loved a hundred men— Traveled the earth, sought them out, perused The cafes, cathedrals, universities, auto Shops, seaports, and hardware stores, acquiring each Of them, a hundred strong, judging none By just his cover. They are catalogued … Continue reading →

“The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random…” –Andre Breton

GENIUS! Allan Uthman, the guy who writes this annual hammering of the pricks, is SO fucking brilliant that I was actually moved to send him a fan letter a few years ago in which I told him his writing is … Continue reading →

“I doubt I would recognize Lady Gaga if she walked into a room unless she had a wedding cake on her head.” — Stephen Fry I ADORE Craig Ferguson, I adore Stephen Fry, and I adored Tom Snyder and My … Continue reading →

The reason I like Edna St Vincent MillayIs that her name sounds like a basketball falling down stairs. The reason I like Walt WhitmanIs that his namesounds like Edna St. Vincent Millayfalling down stairs. — David Mamet

“We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glow worm.” — Winston Churchill