Just like Herpes, when you think that it’s gone for a long time, up pop’s the entertainment industries version of a pus-oozing face-shanker. And this time, there is no Valtrex to rescue you. (Valtrex: “I have herpes…and she doesn’t…so I’m gonna take Valtrex ...

Having kids, I get to partake in the reluctant time honored tradition of watching what my kids watch on TV. What this means is that I get daily doses of some of the worst writing and acting in the history of television (see: iCarly, Suite Life of Zack and Cody). Yes, yes, I understand that shows lik...

I have been in the midst of a “Telemarketing Week” here at the office. Mind you, my job is not as a telemarketer. Not even close. But the powers that be here feel that we need to do these “blitzes” as a way for us to appreciate what our real jobs are. Well, our real jobs are ...

Seeing as how cell phone technology is current technology for only 34 minutes on average, I must say that this latest little gadgetry of mine excites me to no end. Now, I am never on the forefront of picking up the latest and greatest shit that is out there, so you must indulge me for a few minutes....

You know, it has been a topic since the weekend, kind of, but not really. Sure there have been articles written about it on TMZ, E! Entertainment, People…the usual gossip rags that will vilify Chris Brown for being a pansy ass jealous chick beater and will raise Rihanna up from the ashes as a ...

While I am on the topic of Facebook… Apparently, my son, The Kid has a girlfriend. Not a ‘hump in the back seat of a Dodge Stratus’ type girlfriend, you know what I mean. He’s ten, she’s 11. (Yes, he likes the older ladies, so future cougars take heart…The Kid wil...

I don’t know why the following bugs me, but it does. It’s just one of those things that irritates the living hell out of me. We all have them. I certainly do. Fruit flies in the kitchen, loud cell phone talkers, thongs on fat girls… I’m talking about couples with Facebook pag...

Slackmistress’s piece the other day about fetishes, and crazy weirdo sex shit like that, reminded me of something. I got a Facebook message from a female friend of mine from college. Not a friend from all the way through college, though. Maybe like, freshman year. You know, where the weak are ...

Alright, hold up a minute. I have been holding this in much longer than a hot chili pepper fart on a first date. And that has been known to be a long time. I don’t believe that I am alone in my thoughts about this Beyonce chick, especially since I want to get it on with her *ducks the Jay-Z bu...

Oy, this shit is old, isn’t it? This is what I get for taking so much Metamucil that I end up on the smoothie receptacle that I don’t pay attention. I heard that Google has developed technology that will prevent people who are drunk from emailing using their gmail accounts. Amazing, eh? ...