I hate Goodreads – the literary social network that, on the surface, is dedicated to connecting readers with books but, in reality, is just a marketing/clickbait/username farm for Amazon (which wholly owns the site). Not that there’s anything wrong with Amazon ruling our lives! But that’s a conversation for another post. Today, I want to […]
I finished a book and actually published it which was probably crazy and then entered into this sort of unproductive rut. For the last six months, I’ve felt like I’ve used up all my words. Like I’ll never again be able to string sentences together, or communicate coherent thoughts. It’s actually felt like I stroked […]
As it is with most pop-culture these days, I came late to Netflix’s Stranger Things party, having just finally watched the series nearly six months after everybody else raved about it. I was certainly aware of the phenomenon. I mean if you use the internet, how could you ignore it? Barb memes have popped up […]
All this talk about resisting and waking up and taking action is great, but I’d like to take a moment to indulge my strange love for history and poli-sci. Let’s remove ourselves a bit from the screaming chaos of the armchair warriors flooding Twitter and Facebook with their impotent outrage and just revel in the […]
Long ago, this blog used to have multiple authors. But then we all grew up and GS became all about “things Nacho has done with his penis” which was probably bad for readership. Hard to say, though. It’s been a thrill to see the return of former author “Rotting Corpse,” though. Sad that it took […]
Until recently, I’ve normally keep my politics to myself. There are lots of reasons for this, but the main one is that even among friends, a political discussion is by far the easiest way to start an argument outside of “Who made a better Batman, Keaton or Bale?”
Oh, right, it’s Inauguration time. My fellow armchair liberals have all been dreading this day and, in dark rooms, as they caress their mother’s underwear, they’ve worked hard to convince themselves that this isn’t happening.
Top ten things I wish I had included in the stupid memoir about my evil family and my fucked up life after I had them all killed:
There’s been no escaping the post-election freakout. I’ve tried. But everyone’s talking about it…seemingly more than usual. The four stages of jilted liberal grief are just so predictable though.
First of all, I’m addicted to voting. I think it’s important, I always vote, and I revel in the idea that my little vote is part of a grander, greater voice of potential revolution. At the local level, I vote against judges and council people I don’t fucking know out of pure spite. I write […]