Archive for December, 2009

  • Mission Statement, 2010

    Mission Statement, 2010

    December 31st, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 10 Comments

    This is for me. This is for you. This is the easiest mission statement ever. Harder to implement than you’d hope, but important just the same. Ready? Here it is. Happy New Year, peeps! See you tomorrow for a mission statement only for You Writers Amongst Us. (Awesome poster from typcut — cut by headup)

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  • 2009: Miscellaneous Debris

    2009: Miscellaneous Debris

    December 30th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 7 Comments

    It occurs to me, I’m leaving a ton of delicious pop culture scraps on the floor. I don’t want the mice to get them. Oh, sure, you think mice are all cute? I thought that way, once. And then the mice found their way into my silverware drawer and pooped on my silverware. For reals. [...]

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  • 2009: The Year When Things Occurred And Shit Happened And Stuff And Things

    2009: The Year When Things Occurred And Shit Happened And Stuff And Things

    December 29th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 15 Comments

    I don’t have any great insight into this year past. It’s been a good year for the most part. Certainly more in the black than in the red. Professionally, at least. Personally, it’s had a little rough-and-tumble, but even there, some shining spots. No need to get too deep. At present, reflection is only going [...]

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  • The Pop Culture Vulture Year In Review

    The Pop Culture Vulture Year In Review

    December 28th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 24 Comments

    I’ve grown uncomfortable with the ideas of “Best Of” lists for the year, because… well, what the fuck is best, anyway? Don’t get me wrong. I used to do “top ten” lists and shit, but over time, you realize that it’s only so valuable a metric when every schmoe with a blog can tell you [...]

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  • Neti Pot: The Nasal Exorcist

    Neti Pot: The Nasal Exorcist

    December 27th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 13 Comments

    “Dis iz dizguzting,” I said as a stream of snot and saline poured out of my face. My wife, watching, egged me on. “Doesn’t it feel great?” I must’ve looked like a glazed donut melting in the sun. Ooze dangling from lip and nostril and chin. Mustache a bound conglomeration of moisture and mucus. The [...]

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