I’ve been known to fancy films that are dark. Dark humor, yes. But, also those that have a dark cast to their cinematography from the natural surroundings of the locations, or the usage of digital color correction that gave O Brother, Where Art Thou?  its sepia-tinted tones that gave the viewer

Life is intense. The sun is always too bright. The streets are always too dirty. Your friends are always too dull. Your girlfriend is always wearing those horrible pants you hate. At some point over the past million years or so of facing these realities, Man thought to himself: “Why

  Most of my wardrobe is not considered very high-fashion. It’s pretty convenient because I don’t want to spend my time getting ready. I am not very fashionable and I don’t care to be. Visiting clothing stores is always very stressful. The 12-year-old children who work at Forever 21 always

Start the drum machine, bass – bass – snare, cue the synths, hall reverb vocals (maybe layered), live drums to supplement the machine, drop the beat and main synth, sparse vocals, cue the 808 snare, no vocals at all, build, 808 snare roll, bring it all back. Whatever. It’s a

As July rolls to a close you may be realizing that you only have one more month of real summer left. Sure, we can usually count on September for sunshine and warmth, but you never know when that cold front is going to suddenly sweep in and then what will

As a young man, I had my numbers read. The fortuneteller predicted that I would be a great success at my first line of work and then go on to a different calling at which I would become equally successful. I’m sure you can guess at how accurate those predictions

I am a workingman. My alarm goes off at 7:30 am. I’m ready to start work by 9am. At 11am, I hit the gym for an hour then eat lunch. Afterwards it’s back to work until 6pm. I am a workingman. Sometimes I have deadlines and my keyboard rattles rhythmically

Theater kids. They’re weird. Every time you hang out with theater kids, it’s all inside jokes about stage-fight workshops and terrible British accents. Once, as a child I was roped into an acting class. We spent an hour “learning” how to fall down. I never returned. Thus, it was with