Posts Tagged ‘popculturevulture’
You’re scavenging in the wasteland. You’re fighting with a rat over a Zagnut bar. The water all tastes of uranium, or the Super-Smallpox Strain, or Cthulhu urine. Everything sucks. Hey, it’s the end of the world. You expect nothing more. And then you see her. Or maybe it’s a him. Who knows? Who cares? She [...]
I figure I’ll go ahead and pump a few rounds of wisdom into your eye sockets earlier than normal this week, because.. well, I dunno why. Because this is my blog, that’s why. Nothing you can do can stop me. Hey. Hey! Stop pawing at me! You can’t have it! Get your greasy flippers off [...]
That’s a really weird blog post title, isn’t it? No, this is not the blog post where I finally transition into becoming a woman. (Fun Fact: had I been born a girl, I would’ve been named “Charlene.”) Rather, this is a post where I exhort you to watch… MTV. I know. I know. Just push [...]
Clickety-clack, bluh-boom! Ahem. Or something. What I’m trying to say is, hey, look, it’s another edition of that thing where I paint the walls with the brains of many topics, and see what pieces of information stick. I do it every week, c’mon. You knew it was coming. Though it’s really starting to smell in [...]
I’ve had a number of requests — in person, over email, over Twitter — where people want to hear my thoughts on the Post-Avatar Depression Syndrome (PADS, this week’s second unfortunate instance of that word, “pad”). Why do people want that? Can’t say. I suspect it’s because I am the Overlord of Pop Culture. I [...]
