A lot of people are using the various examples of Ben Carson's recent comments to call him ignorant, thoughtless, insensitive and a narcissistic windbag who's unfit for the Presidency, but I submit that, perhaps, not only does he know better than us, but that he is better than us.
"California Dreamin'" was the name of a Beach Boys hit (originally written by Michelle and John Phillips of The Mamas and the Papas). But what can we say about California other than the fact that it's a kook fest.
Pandas don't have enough sex! And it is a big problem. Panda keepers, zoologists and scientists ask them very nicely, but pandas can't even be bothered!
Swift apparently wrote a brand-new, still-untitled album specifically about former flame Calvin Harris, who was caught entering a massage parlor notorious for dishing out happy endings, and the track listing has already leaked.
Is it possible to have too much comedy? Festival Supreme seems to be insistent on testing that limit, adding a fourth stage this year. The third annual Festival, which took place in downtown Los Angeles, was chock full of comedians, sketch acts, rock bands, and oddities this past weekend.
All too often, people blur the lines between actor and character. We want the person on the screen to be the person on the talk shows. We don't allow celebrities to make mistakes, and when they do they make the covers of magazines for all the wrong reasons.
Despite the lamentable fact that I couldn't sell skis in Vermont during the winter, or surfboards in Hawaii during the summer, or even beer to castaways on a desert island, mainly because I would have consumed it myself, I recently got a job as a salesman.
In Smartphones, inspired by Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, the avant-garde playwright takes his privilege to the absurdist limit. Mixing the Absurd, Ridiculous and the Surreal with a layer of 'digital madness', he brings human shadows and insecurities to light, making us reflect on life and to laugh, nervously at times, in the process.
"Usually we space these things out a bit, but I'm sure we can come up with fresh, exciting ideas to alarm and piss off Americans until the 2016 election and beyond."
It's Halloween time, and you can never tell what scares people. But we're going to try and find out together. See, it's not just heights or enclosed spaces or spiders (or clowns) that send people into fits of terror.
There is a secret I'd like to share with you. Today is the only day of the year where you have Carte Blanche to take whatever your gluttonous heart desires from others and claim it as your own, without legal repercussions.
I went to college in the early 2000 timeframe when life was simple. Few people had mobile phones, and we had to take turns sharing the dorm landline, where there was no "call waiting" or caller ID. Sigh. The simple life.
Gilead Sciences is publicly traded, but Turing Pharmaceuticals has no stockholders to report to. Just Shkreli, the former hedge fund manager. A group known for having the same conscience as starving hyenas in heat. These guys make a safari of lion-killing dentists look cuddlesome.
Since Baron von Burpenstein showed up, it's been hard to sleep. And hence hard to find time to exercise, or brush my teeth. I used to take pride in my appearance, but I am so overjoyed at the pleasures of fatherhood I hardly even spend all day in front of the bathroom mirror weeping.
What I needed was a lazy way to do the same thing without all the food prep, a way to cheat the system, basically. That's how I came up with my greatest idea yet: the Larabar cleanse.
Fall is in the air. The leaves are changing, pagans are celebrating the autumnal equinox and the blood type of the average cat lady is 'Pumpkin Spice Latte'. Halloween is upon us.