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My grandmother still, thirty-seven years after he retired, refers to Ernie Banks as her boyfriend. My cousin has been fired twice for taking in day games while she should have been working. The Cubbies are my Jesus, and every season those Loveable Losers are strung up on the cross, a painful lesson to all those who believed. Bring on the unbridled optimism ... read more |
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For a music editor, my taste is pretty unusual, to say the least. I tend to despise low-key critical favorites and obsess over outlandish oldies. From pre-packaged 90s pop to hairsprayed 80s cock rock, my iTunes spans more than five decades of classics and crummy tracks most people would rather forget. That’s why I set out to find the ten worst songs on my iPod ... read more |
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We’ve all been in that situation. You’re exchanging more than pleasantries with a significant other (or loose stranger) when your iPod, set on random, decides to iCockblock you by blasting a wildly embarrassing tune. Amidst the angry glares, your brain freezes, internally fighting about whether its worth riding the unromantic storm out or physically getting up to end the suffering ... read more |
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