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Hell hath no fury like white-male privilege threatened

Van Halen (or, The Band That Ate My Life)

Take Me Out to the Therapist… Take Me Out to the Shrink…

Zombie Dinner Party … with your chef, Dr. Hannibal Lector

Is it November yet?

If not for The Force, Darth Vader would have totally gotten his ass kicked, because that suit? Not very practical.

Dear Gene Simmons of KISS, a.k.a. My Childhood Hero: I think there’s been a terrible misunderstanding. Either that, or you’re an overly sensitive dick.

No, really: This job-search thing is like shooting fish in a barrel

There must be a reckoning

Man, this finding-a-new-job thing is going to be easier than I thought

ABOUT ME

I was born in 1970, raised just outside of Boston, and now live near Philadelphia. As a child, I thought I was going to be…
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