I woke up this morning feeling glum, much like during the waning seconds of the tail end of my final lacrosse game in high school, where I stared from the sidelines as our team lost well aware that it was completely beyond my ability to do anything about it. It wasn’t an oppressive glumness, but [...] Read more »
“Have you seen the god damn ratings?” he screamed, his red power tie flailing as we cowered in our executive chairs. “The fucking Teletubbies are beating us! I don’t even know what a Boobah is!” Mack Herbovitz slammed his fist on the table, the small glasses of ice water rippling with the force of the [...] Read more »
So there I was, sitting around with nothing to do at work. Again. Since I’ve gotten in trouble twice in the last month for reading comic books on the job, I figured there was nothing left to do but grab that copy of Entertainment Weekly that sits so alluringly on our counter enticing the star-struck [...] Read more »
It’s an odd feeling, conceding defeat to yourself, especially when the argument is so trivial. I’m not quite sure how it came about, but I figured out I’m wrong.
This is probably the point where you start asking, “Ben, what were you arguing with yourself about?” or “If you lost the argument with yourself, didn’t you [...] Read more »
Welcome to my addiction post. That’s right, I said it. Addiction. You want me to say it again? Fine. Addiction. It’s not that tough. And don’t even think about an intervention. I don’t think I need it. Well, fuck you too. You don’t even know what I’m addicted to. Well, at least you don’t know [...] Read more »