Eight things I don’t miss about Minnesota.

Minnesota Nice, feeling short, weather, and a few other gripes.


It’s nice to see that House is even crankier than I am.

Star Wars, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

When the only convincing performance in a film comes from a backwards-talking, computer-animated muppet, you know you’re in trouble.

Your favorite movie sucks.

Don’t mind me, just whining about class. No, not “class,” “class.” Eh, you know what I mean.


There’s nothing like an overdose of saccharine kitsch to knock a guy out of a too-good mood.

2005 Spring Premieres.

The problem came when I sat down to start writing about them: after I filled in the “formula” line for each show I watched, there was nothing left to say.

Films I might as well have skipped: Fahrenheit 9/11.

Josh’s Weblogging Rule #31: “When posting about a movie, don’t just link to another review and say ‘I agree!’”

Comfort food, a security blanket, Chrissie Hynde’s voice.

Anytime I put this many question marks in a single paragraph, it’s probably a sign that I’m not sleeping well or thinking straight.

I got yer context-free culture right here, buddy.

Seeing Aarseth’s statement that “games are not intertextual either; games are self-contained” gets my dander up.

Sorry, too pissed off to come up with a pithy title.

I can’t even count the number of ways in which this article from Details offends me.