November 2010
2 posts
Dip, Dollop, Slather, Plop
As we prepare to succumb to gluttony tomorrow, I’d like to take this time to pay homage to the food I’m most grateful for: mayonnaise.
Mayo’s legitimacy and superiority is in the name of its most amazing brand: Best Foods. Hollar.
Mayonnaise should never ever be mistaken for a condiment. Condiments ooze out hard crusty gunk from their nozzles. They leave their dribble along...
Gen Zzzz Will Send Messages Through Their...
I was born in 1977, putting me on the cusp of generations X and Y. Most times I don’t feel like I belong to either; I don’t feel so burdened by society that I understand Sonic Youth, nor do I feel so aloof toward humanity that I grasp the appeal of a Second Life.
However, which side of the line I fall is obvious in the matters of texting.
My techniques and mores about texting...
