Nick Nunziata created this place and enjoys having people complain about the ads. In addition to his intermittent contributions here, he is the producer of a few upcoming films and often wonders why he bothers.
The Sad Tale of Ryan Klesko. The facial hair. The scowl. THAT SWING. In the mid-90’s Ryan Klesko was one of the truly unheralded great players in the National League, smacking home runs that didn’t just leave the park, they fucked off with alarming speed. Little white pellets send to an early grave by one … Continue reading →
Bourbon Streak. I’m currently enjoying a lovely Maker’s Mark & Coke, and it truly is one of the special and fulfilling aspects of my drinking life. Whisky and Bourbon are to many drinks of the old or sauces that are reserved for the hard drinkers and future bums of the world. While all of that … Continue reading →
Laughter, the Most Confusing Medicine. Despite my seemingly ever-present ability to be a dick, I’m actually one of those people who try and keep the spirits of those around me pretty high. Especially with complete strangers, a group of people I cherish as the ultimate test audience for jokes and a great barometer of whether … Continue reading →
The Reason the Web Was Invented. This is hardly a new phenomenon, the Church Sign Generator Website. That said, it’s been a good long time since I went to the site and it still destroys me at the possibilities one can have with even the most simple of tools. Yes, I’m not what folks would … Continue reading →
When Titans Collide! Sophie had an easier choice. Send a kid packing, live to fight another day. It’s not rocket science. It’s not as tough as deciding between Chick-Fil-A’s spicy wrap and chicken club for God’s sake. It’s not a decision that shakes your foundation like the Deep Star Six/Leviathan lament. Fuck it, toss Lords … Continue reading →
Poor AntiChrist. On Sunday The History Channel had a special on one of my favorite guys ever, The AntiChrist. An antidocumentary on a guy who has long been the victim of one publicity nightmare after another, one which paints him as a less than savory character and not the nurturing, sweet gentleman I know him … Continue reading →