READ PREVIOUS COLUMNS HERE! I’m either late with last week’s installment, or early with this weeks, but either way it’s here… hope you find something you like. Got an interesting film suggestion? Know of something good in the works? Just want to tell me I’m rubbish? Drop me a line at dave@chud.com, and I’ll respond … Continue reading
Welcome back to the site after a weekend of naughtiness and repeated kicks to the solar plexus and a Monday that included not getting fired and an unexpected tryst in the closet with your boss’s daughter. I hope all is well in your neck of the woods. The official CHUD.com softball team, The Chewers played … Continue reading
READ PREVIOUS COLUMNS HERE! Thanks for all the response to the column thus far. I hope it’s helping people find some new flicks to check out, maybe broaden a few horizons. Again, for those in the US, I highly recommend picking up a code-free DVD player with PAL conversion, which will allow you to see … Continue reading
Welcome to Thursday. I needed a day off yesterday, so I took it. Instead of trying to come up with forced humor and responses to letters, I did a little bit of multiplayer Splinter Cell and caught the new Punisher film. One out of two ain’t bad, I suppose. Tomorrow will be a scarce day … Continue reading
Welcome to the middle of the second week of the daily Piss & Vinegar column! It’s funny, I find that the time of day I write the column drastically affects the content in the column. Those late night or early morning sessions find me rambling on and on about some random thing about the business … Continue reading
I hope your weekend was splendid and you found love, earned a ton of cash, and saved the lives of Korean schoolkids trapped in a burning bus. We’re now in the second week of daily Piss & Vinegar (weekdays only) and I’m hoping it’s becoming a daily ritual for you guys like it is for … Continue reading
Ker-chunk. “Morning, Dave,” I said cheerfully, slipping my card back in the rack. I looked for an inconspicuous place to sling my lunchbox as he shuffled up behind me. “Evening, Charlie. Evening,” he mumbled, as he pulled his card and headed toward the time clock. Ker-chunk. “Old habits die hard, I guess,” I offered, and … Continue reading
The room was dark and musty. Not only from being closed up since the death of his grandfather, but from the matted carpet and old furniture that had been there since the early 50’s. The faded curtains were drawn and a soft yellow glow diffused throughout the room. Everything was in its place. Paul could … Continue reading
The backboard, the one behind the tennis courts and near the lake, was an old thing. Very old, maybe older than tennis itself. And always damp. It slunk off its chain link fence, a sopping mossy giant with no posture. Piles of leaves clotted its bottom, big drifts that hid skeletons of mice and bleached … Continue reading