It's finally happened, people. We've finally passed the stupidity tipping point. We are now so irretrievably idiotic that some of us are paying for feces. That's right: feces, poop, dung, stool, whatever you want to call it. Apparently, people have been buying it online.
President Obama was in a quandary -- where oh where would he deliver his 2016 State of the Union Address?
There is an old Talmudic debate about whether one should eat Chinese food on Christmas after going to a movie, or before. After centuries of rabbinic contemplation, the jury is still out. But it is clear that movie watching is a crucial activity for Jews on the birthday of Jesus.
Every year when the holidays roll around, I brace for the inevitable wave of emotions the season brings -- emotions that I know are supposed to resemble peace and joy, but instead feel suspiciously like irritation and resentment.
As we round on the end of another year, it's worth noting that podcasts are drawing guests of increasingly notable status. (True, a number of them think they're doing a radio interview but, that aside, the pool is getting deeper and more interesting.)
It's the thought that counts when it comes to Christmas gifts, but what happens when someone's thought has led to one of the worst things you've ever opened?
Forget the stupid technology causing everyone to be awkward adjusting their sound, looking upward in the wrong direction from the screen. I mean, it's just silly.
At the tender age of ten, I was tapped for the coveted role of a lifetime, The Virgin Mary Holy Mother of the Baby Jesus. Score.
Soon, my buddy Paul will be making online site reservations for our July 4th camping trip. That's seven months away, you say. Yes it is, but here in Southern California, the land of too many fucking people, you have to plan ahead. If you don't, you'll be pitching a tent between a bear box and the campground dumpster.
I recently experienced a knee injury so painful that I sobbed until tears and snot covered my face, and I ignored my mother's admonishment to wear fancy underwear before going to the hospital.
For too long Rush Limbaugh and Fox news have been fighting an imaginary enemy. There never really was a war on Christmas, until today! Come and get me.
It's College App. season... and Hunger Games season... and Katniss is hoping to get into an Ivy League. Yes, even the Mockingjay struggles with these stupid essays.
You mean to tell me I exercise like a bobbing idiot, eat toddler portions, I'm not at the present time pregnant (thank you, God) and my pants are so tight they popped a button? FML.
Rocky LeFebre, a professional henchman who has worked for several leading super-villains, talks with Mark Osler about his fascinating and often troubling career.