A Day In The Life

A morning just isn’t a morning in Corporate Amerika without at least one fight with an office supply. Today’s particularly inhibitive inanimate: that super-stapler that staples more than the usual stapler but not quite as much as the heavy-duty, industrial strength stapler. Have you ever/seen one of those things? They can staple anything. John Woo [...]

Hitchhiker’s Guide To A Hangover

Apparently the answer is 42, which for me actually works out quite well because my question was “exactly how much did I drink this weekend?” I don’t know if that’s 42 glasses, bottles or gallons but having a rough approximation makes me feel slightly better about myself until I remember there was a Jager Bomb [...]

Political Endorsements

The vast majority of people who read this blog do not live in the city of Boston, which is a real shame because it is unquestionably better than where ever the hell you are living. Those of you from outside Boston can opt to ignore this post, but I recommend you don’t. Trust me it [...]

A is for Apologies

Sorry.
I’ve been the drizzling shits at updating The Dead Pool recently. It’s partially because my hours in hell just got upped, and partially because the client in aforementioned hell has outlawed Internet use by the consultants. Life’s a bitch, ain’t it? It also has to do with the time I’m devoting to my super-lame, quasi-secret [...]

Google Annouces Plans for Dystopian Future

http://gizmodo.com/5381615/google-wave-is-going-to-create-a-horrifying-dystopian-future
I called it.
SERGEI IS WATCHING,
{VM}

Our Love Is Real!

Today, I got to work and locked my keys in my car. But that’s neither here nor there because I don’t want to explain how I managed to lock them not only in the car, and not only in the trunk, but in the dead hooker’s hollowed out kidney in the trunk of the car. [...]

Blondes Have A Way With Breaking Hearts

It’s Columbus Day and I’m working… which is kind of how it should be, let’s be honest. As much as I would love the extra day to recover from heartbreaks and hangovers, its days like this you man up and drag your ass across state lines to your shitty cube away from home. We all [...]

When All Else Fails: Sports

The other day my best friend wrote on my Facebook wall that I smell like a monkey. I responded with a nonsensical Simpsons-referencing “How big of a monkey?” Unfortunately, my Phoney McRingRing/Chief Wiggum dialog went unnoticed or at least unacknowledged which made me realize I don’t cry nearly as much as I should and that [...]