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 [...] 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 »