Had some idiot at a concert I attended last month stream multiple songs on Facebook Live. Your one friend who’s watching (I couldn’t miss the miniscule viewer count because it was in my face) did not pay for the ticket. You did, and everyone else behind you paid as well. So take a photo or two, maybe one… Read more

My wife and I both work in the cemetery/deathcare business. We both gasped and said “Damn, that’s an expensive headstone” when Furguson’s was revealed. And then laughed about that statement for a while. Read more

“Milk It” is still one of my favorite Nirvana songs, and it’s only helped by Kurt’s little chuckle as he starts to yell (at about 3:15) during the last chorus. And I’ve heard this song dozens of times and never noticed that he holds back a laugh on the previous chorus, too.

If you’re a Costco member (and I know that not everyone is), they have those Tramontina pans for $20 every day. They also have the 8"/10" in a pack together for $13. They are heavy but nothing sticks to them. Dramatically reduced the amount of oil I use when cooking. Best non-stick I’ve ever owned. Read more

If you’re a Costco member (and I know that not everyone is), they have those Tramontina pans for $20 every day. They…

Leslie Knope is vindicated. Read more

I was hit in the knee by a curveball during little league in 8th grade, and I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t even imagine how much more painful the ball would be coming back at you as an MLB pitcher. Read more

My only story from The Lodge is the time I bought Malort for some out-of-towner friends of my sister-in-law. They THANKED me. That is not the purpose of Malort. Read more

All I can pray is that they get rid of the damn double lanes. They *maybe* allow for two more cars? Everyone cuts in line, which means they (and I) get the wrong food. And it makes the lines last longer. Half the time, one side is ignored by the staff. I hate those stupid lanes, if you can’t tell. Read more

My only suggestion with The Big Lebowski is, if at all possible, go see it in a theater. Chicagoans’ only hope is the occasional showing at Music Box, probably. Read more

I loved this documentary. That’s all. Read more

1. For your safety, don’t even mention moving here. Few people are hated here as much as transplants. The “scourge” of transplants is probably mentioned in any conversation with a born-and-bred Middle Tennessean. Nothing earns you a dirty look faster than saying you’re from elsewhere. And it comes up in most… Read more

Gwen, the new Queer Eye is real great. As a young lad, I always thought the first Queer Eye was a bit too judgy (but I was even more of an idiot then). But the new series is actually doing great work. Emphasizing confidence and helping facilitate really fantastic conversations. My wife and I are addicted. Read more

Year after year in Fantasy Football, I picked up Janikowski. He was probably the player most consistently on my roster from league to league. Just a solid kicker. Read more

Oh boy. I’ve got a few of these. Read more

I mostly agree, but then I had Cigar City Maduro Brown on nitro and it was just fantastic. It’s already one of those beers I could drink... a lot of, but on nitro, it goes down so smooth that it might be dangerous. Read more

Came here to tout Albanese. My wife grew up near the factory and we can’t leave her hometown without visiting it. Read more

Came here to tout Albanese. My wife grew up near the factory and we can’t leave her hometown without visiting it.

I’m recovering from probable e.coli and alcohol has been the furthest thing from my mind all week, but dammit if I’m not craving this beer now. So good. Read more

I don’t know about pickles in beers, but I did have an amazing Green Chili beer at Flat Branch in Columbia, Missouri. I saw nothing of the pickle beer the next night at Shakespeare’s, but I also wasn’t looking. Read more

I see your bad version, and I raise you this terrible version:

Any cover of “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” is pretty terrible. Always too polished and pure. But Darlene Love’s version has just the right amount of desperation and sadness to scratch that “The National” itch I get sometimes. Read more