There is no safe harbour. Try and establish the reality you want to see in the place you are in before chucking in the towel and moving.

Plus: where the hell is Clio. A half-assed musical investigation into an italo mystery.

Okay okay, hear me out…

Third article in one day. This is an unprecedented flurry of activity. I’m gonna bitch about the weather. I’m also gonna talk about Suikoden.

I’m a one-man band and I make the rules. The rules are thus:

…can be forced to do unreasonable things. The Legend Of The Killdozer.

Ancient Greek Philosophers can be a douchey lot, add me to the chorus of historical critics against Plato.

Who was this great unknown street fighter? Was he anything???

Oozing irressistable subcontinental sexual energy, how the hell did she manage to pull away from the sheer gravitational force of his throbbing love aura….

Sooner or later people get sick of your shit. And they can’t be fucked with you anymore.

At long last… Watch out for the killer fleshlights.

I don’t think the singularity will go down the way anyone thinks it will.

I am issuing a defence of Garfield.

Memorializing the great pandemic…. or was it a plandemic… of 6th Century Byzantium. Fucking Chinese….

Peacefully and collectively after running out of water… Plus we also put the extinct island hippo underneath the microscope.

Farewell you rascally devil…

What the hell was it?

We salute thee, oh dark and mysterious day and night…

Say “Sayonara” to the espresso-less life. Just because TEOTWAWKI is here, doesn’t mean you should be deprived of your fix.

In which we discuss briefly the phenomenal artistic highs of Sammy Hagar and his forever underappreciated contribution to Van Halen.

Which was my birthday, so i pay closer attention to these than normal.

But the early 20th century gangster Pretty Boy Floyd was gunned down on October 22nd 1934.