How ‘The Silence of the Lambs’ Revolutionized Horror Films
But why was The Silence of the Lambs so good? And how did it push the envelope for horror films?
I Like to Watch | 15 Minutes of Shame (HBOMax)
This is a genuine documentary, absent much of the one-sided propaganda so joyously celebrated in our culturally divided pre-Civil War stance.
Boner
When the pandemic hit, the world crashed. Lockdowns, quarantines, masks. Stay-at-home orders. It was nuts. It affected everyone's business, their mental health, and, most important, Ted's dick.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 3, 2021
I’m not one to introduce holidays too early. Like, keep Halloween in October, thanksgiving in November, etc. but if the threat of texting Santa gets my kid to brush his teeth and get to bed without a fuss at any point in the year, I’m all for talking Christmas in March.
Our Rural Road
Usually, it was minor things at the mouth of the road. Collisions into the guardrail that mussed up a front fender and little else. The loud squeak of breaks and the cloud of white steam from burnt tire rubber and then maybe voices in dissent. Never the need for an ambulance.
Purging Distraction for the Good of Society
Let's face it. Zuckerberg started Facebook as a skeevy fucker who wanted to punish women who wouldn't give him the time of day by providing other skeevy fuckers the opportunity to rate the women online.
Ten Shocking Revelations from Stephanie Grisham’s Book!
I like horses.
Why Keep Giving Facebook My Business?
I don’t know if I’ll leave it. But it’s been on my mind for a while now. Maybe I won’t go cold turkey, maybe I’ll start by deleting the app from my phone. Or maybe it’s best to pack up all my shit and walk right out. That’s the advice I’d give to someone else in an abusive relationship.
Keeping The Faith—Part 2
The massive Gothic structure appeared behind the trees as they drove up the quarter mile private roadway. Five stories tall and taking up half of the three acre property just south of the park, the mansion was an imposing sight.
I Believe... [Practicing Gratitude]
...that the first five minutes of every day should be spent reflecting on the things you are grateful for in your life. It reframes every day and reminds you that despite the hardships there is a balance.
The Ballerino
“Change the goddamn ballet recital just for you?” Her voice rose. She thrust her hip sideways and firmly planted a hand on it. “Johnny, that’s how you operate! Change it for me.” Melinda turned and walked out of the room. “Jesus Christ.” The door slammed behind her.
The Give and Take of Section 230
When it comes to these digital technologies, every benefit to society is equally mirrored by a serious danger presented.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 26, 2021
Beware: We are in the Nesting Season. The Season of Nostalgia. Embrace it or be consumed by your darkest depressions. And know that no amount of convincing yourself that Sweater Weather means anything other than the northern hemisphere is preparing to die for a few months.
La Fin du Monde Cafe & Denial
The whole dish has been marinated in crude oil from a leaking pipeline.
The Regret Soup of Temper Lost and Reason Found
You'll discover that losing your temper is just that—a loss.
Keeping The Faith
Blind adherence to tradition does not help one make new friends. Faith in the goodness of people may stem that tide.
I Believe... [Suppress Those Emotions, Men]
I believe... that, in light of a certain demographic of men unleashing their rage and butt-hurt, perhaps the advice for men to unpack their feelings rather than suppress them was not particularly well thought out. By all means, dudes, suppress those emotions and shut the fuck up.
Red Brick Door - A Fiction
A yellow jail issue scrub shirt, her hands, the deft fingers lithe with clean short nails, were cuffed in front- my mind recalled a christ-like figure.
A Society of Wannabe Vigilantes
Vigilantism is often about the attempt to establish power.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 19, 2021
Perhaps our obsession with missing and dead white girls is because they often go missing and are killed by white men and we just love looking at ourselves even at our worst. We’re self-obsessed. We are American Psychos.
The first chapter of an in-progress novel.
“The voice began on a Tuesday morning while Monte Walsh was standing in his kitchen, holding an unopened package of bacon over the garbage can.”