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Without a doubt, one of the most brilliant ploys for dealing with telemarketers ever.  It’s also one of the funniest things I’ve heard in a long, long time. (more…)

For sometime now, most of my mornings have begun with the same three songs being queued up on the ol’ iTunes.  They help set the perfect mood for waking up and joining the ranks of the living. (more…)

We’re back baby.  Oh yeah. 

Fresh off the massive success of their uber-hip “Metropolis” project in Midtown Atlanta, East-West properties is building a monument to urban kewl right here in d-town.  The Glass House is a marvel of technical innovation (upon entering the elevator your condo springs to life adjusting lighting, music, climate, etc to your specifications to greet you when you walk in).  (more…)

So I haven’t been neglecting you, dear readers, but I’m still recovering from an amazing weekend the likes of which I haven’t seen in ages.

Saturday afternoon we had our first photoshoot for Urban Monarch, the online men’s magazine I’m contributing editor of.  (more…)

No particular relationship amongst today’s tracks; other than the fact that they’re easy goin down.  Like this Johnny Walker Black.

French Kicks - So Far We Are

Upbeat, brit-pop treat that owes a bit to Charleton’s U.K, a bit to the Stone Roses and even more to the feeling of running outside as a kid on the first day of summer vacation. (more…)

First off, the Thursday Threesome will be delayed to this evening, so be on the lookout then.

As for the dose?

Here were have the next porno superstar cut short.  Or in half, as it were. *thanks to PJ for the tip (ha, the puns just keep, um… coming)

Courtroom proceedings can really drive a guy to drink.

I haven’t yet taken this test, but plan to do so soon (with results to be printed here, natch).  The one I read was impressive and creepy in equal doses. 

Absolutely, phreaking incredible news I had to confirm myself to believe.  Last Friday night, a DJ friend of mine mentioned Placebo was coming to town.  Placebo, as in “never toured the US even though they sell out Wimbley arena” Placebo.  (more…)

Sometimes the cock won’t fit the box.  Hey, it happens. (more…)

Imagine being able to play a few hands of blackjack at every casino in Nevada.

Every. Single. Casino.

In the entire state. Barry Meadow lived this dream. During the fall of 1998 he made a pilgrimedge (more…)

It’s always a treat to find a love letter in the laundry room.

You all know how I feel about HFCS, looks like I’m not the only one.

I’ll conclude today’s dose with an old favorite.  Sharks think they’re hard?  Player, please.