Tag Archives: Pulp Fiction

We have ourselves quite a misogyny problem up in here.

Perplexed. That is what I am on a good day. Enraged is what I am if I allow myself to ponder on things too long these days. I feel like Bruce Banner. Without the mellow jazz, bongo drums, huge bag … Continue reading

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Identity Crisis.

When I woke up on Thursday morning I had the unexpected benefit of no longer needing to schedule job interviews and look for “that perfect job somewhere out there.” Once again, in yet another parallel to last summer, things have … Continue reading

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Yeah? I’ll give you irony…

I think that hipster culture is pretty much anything but ironic. In fact, in offering me something that is simply too tempting to resist mocking (I mean really, look at that fucking hipster) and sitting outside the gates of my … Continue reading

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Doing Violence.

I am considering ceasing and desisting with meat consumption again. I say again because I went quite a while without eating meat. Well, to be honest I was still eating chicken and fish and eggs when I was in the … Continue reading

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Personality goes a long way.

There seems to be an inherent human fascination with typecasting and categorizing and classifying personality types. At one point I recall, it was simple: Type A or Type B.  Type A meant you were a pain in the ass and … Continue reading

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