Hi. I'm Justin. I have a pop culture compulsion, I write (for a living and for fun), and somehow it's all gonna work itself out on this blog.
From today’s Featured Archive Spotlight: Dr. John shares his thoughts on the politics of music.
YES! Cannot overstate my love for Chris Pratt or his alterego Bert Macklin. I just wish this was the opening title sequence to a...
NO DOUBT
Something about this cause indigestion in my brain. That’s a lot of money, and needless to say an insanely lavish party favor…but for a good cause.
Want to know what Christmas means to me? A 24 + hour road trip to the Snowiest, friendliest, heart-clogging foodiest place on earth, and my ancestral home, Minnesota.
For a more than a few years now Amy and I have made it a habit - necessity (our dogs Pal & Turk) and saving money - of driving out to Minnesota for Christmas when we don’t go visit her family in Maine. And, for at least several of those trips, we’ve driven non-stop around the clock. (Don’t worry, we’re making a highly-anticipated pitstop in Ann Arbor to visit some friends)
This is clearly insane.
You haven’t experienced life until you’ve stopped at a Waffle House outside of Youngstown, seen the sunrise from a truckstop/chapel in Central PA, or wondered how much porn and fireworks drivers in Illinois or Ohio need.
And yet, it’s kinda fun. We listen to lots of podcasts, NPR shows, books on tape and music. And, even though I made fun of it one paragraph ago, we get to see lots of weird, quirky, and sometimes beautiful stuff along the way. (Also, again, disturbing. Truck stops are just a barbed wire fence away from being lawless territory.)

Thanks Tumblr. I thought we had this great relationship going on where I would find and post the kind of pop culture ephemera that passes by every day. And then I had to go and discover all these goddamn style blogs. In particular the mens style blogs, what with their handsome suits, exquisite ensambles, classic looks, master tailors and easily photographed confidence.
Now I’m convinced I need to become a writer, not for the novel pursuit of offering a literary landmark, but for the sole purpose of having money to amass a gentlemanly wardrobe. Still have to figure out the exact, you know, writing, part of it (still a little fuzzy on books vs. scripts).
So, thanks Tumblr. You sharply dressed jerk.
[Photo credit: Street Etiquette]
The setting had potential: a run-down diner in Brooklyn, which suggested the possibility of a bohemian, hipster Taxi, with thwarted dreams and economic anomie deepening and contextualizing the humor. I was curious to see what new things might be possible with a live audience, three-camera format, after years of single-camera sitcoms. I wanted to see girls being funny.
What I got was terrible jokes featuring the word “vagina.”
But seriously, he’s right. 2 Broke Girls, you had so much promise.
(Also, how awesome would it be to be a researcher & writer for the Paley Center?)
– NinjaZilla, a renowned and influential source in the publishing world.
Oh boy, hold on, be careful. The inside and the outside just switched. Walk very carefully.
Knope in the TARDIS is full of win. Ben Wyatt is super jealous.
It’s like someone mashed-up two of my most favorite things in the world.
This is a pretty sweet moment.
(minute 4:50)
This just cries out for a caption contest.
Annnnnnnnd GO!
From the room in which Remedial Chaos Theory was broken by Chris McKenna and writers. I’m sorry, that’s not accurate. The room in which Chris McKenna and writers were broken by Remedial Chaos Theory. Thank you so much for your patience and sacrifices, guys.
Thus confirming two of my deeply held beliefs: 1.) White boards are great for the writing process, 2.) Community is goddamn awesome.