This Dreaming Life

The ruminations of one bored human being, who spends far too much time immersed in pop culture, analyzing just how it does or doesn't affect our life, and the world we live in.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Booze You Can Use: The Club Cocktail

Found in the Mr. Boston Guide, and, at present, I have no history or background on the development of the cocktail. So who cares? Most peo...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Random Shit that Makes Me Think of Both Summer and My Grandmother

Yes, a pretty random topic. So sue me. It’s hot, it’s summer, and it’s been ten years and two weeks since Josie passed. And these ar...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Liquidating the Human Exchange

Last week the Borders Group, parent corporation to the chain of Borders Books, Music, Movies, Borders Express and Waldenbooks was going into...

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Off the Mat: The Heat Machine

Time to spend a little time with what is likely my biggest guilty pleasure.... In pro wrestling, there is a strange kind of industry-speak...

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Google Has Made Me Obsolete

It's time to 'fess up here. I don't think I've ever been really good at all that much in my lifetime. When I graduated wit...

Thursday, June 09, 2011

What Makes Buffalo Great:

Mighty Taco and Terrapin Station Ads During "Off Beat Cinema" If you're night owl enough on your weekends, you probably kno...

Monday, June 06, 2011

The Simplest Pleasures

It seems to me, when you get a little older you come to realize the inevitability of the fact that most of us don’t really spend our lives u...

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About Me

The Professor: When I say "Interests in Music, Film, Books, Comic Books" what that means is anything that rests on an inordinate number of shelves and storage spaces, where people can look and wonder at how "deep" or "cultured" I am...that's my thing, baby. When I can't impress people with my "kewl stuph" I have to do it with my personality. So the "Stuph" is always the wiser route, since nobody ever wants to hear my ruminations on why Bob Dylan would have done his stature a favour if he'd died in that motorcycle accident. In my spare time, however, I'm like the rest of humanity. I watch television, drink beer (or Scotch, if I'm still pretending how "cultured" I am), and root for whatever team is up against the Yankees that night. Oh, and when in the presence of someone who has memorized as many movies as I have, I'll spend an entire conversation using obscure dialog references.

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