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Unknown Hinson: Pure Country Western Psychobilly Magic
Taking some much-needed time off from work to head down to Florida for a grown-up spring break has proven to be pretty rewarding so far. A few hours after rolling into town on Friday, it was time to jump back in the car and head over to Tampa for the Unknown Hinson show for which… Continue reading
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Roasted Bell Peppers Stuffed with Goat Cheese, Mozzarella and Tomatoes
Last week one of my coworkers brought in a lunch that made me so jealous I wanted to punch her in the head and steal it. Instead of assaulting her, I decided to recreate the meal myself with organic ingredients from the Dekalb Farmers Market. Continue reading
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Mary Kay: Like a Cult, But Without the Animal Sacrifice
Last night I had the single most horrifying experience of my life. It didn’t involve a severed human torso or carnies with brown Chiclet teeth; those things I can handle. This experience took me completely out of my comfort zone and into some alternate universe where faces are spackled and painted, each hair is frozen… Continue reading
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The True Form of Paula Deen
Thanks to a link on Facebook posted by my old SCAD buddy, Josh Buckner, I have found another tool that my archnemesis is using to woo innocent people into her clutches. Those who know me know of my long-standing fear and loathing of the she-devil that is Paula Deen. Continue reading
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It’s hot as fuck and my birthday cake has a missile launcher on it.
Now that I’m a working stiff it seems like the days drag and the weeks fly by. I can’t believe that it’s already August. What I can’t believe even more than that is that I now live in a place where there are actually seasons. In Florida the seasons go as such: Winter: “Jesus fuck,… Continue reading
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Book Review: Lit
This past weekend I finished reading a memoir called “Lit” by Mary Karr. I bought it the first week I moved to Atlanta at an independent bookstore called Blue Elephant Book Shop in downtown Decatur. I was browsing the memoir/biography section when the one-word title caught my eye. I read the back and then flipped… Continue reading
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Broetry
It probably won’t come as much of a surprise to you to learn that I hate bros. With their Sperry Topsiders, obnoxious pink Lacoste polo shirts with the collars flipped, and Widespread Panic tickets. And if I hear “Don’t Stop Believing” shittily sung at karaoke one more time, I will jump up on stage and… Continue reading
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“It’s fun to stay at the . . .”
That’s right folks, I may not be a young man, or gay for that matter, but the Decatur YMCA is my jam. Continue reading