Monday night’s season finale of Smash was so lackluster that after I watched it, I went on a 48-hour long bender, fucking furries, doing intravenous drugs, and demanding strangers stab me with hypodermic needles full of adrenaline just “so I can remember what it is to feel something!” Ha ha, no, no, actually what [...]

I watched Game of Thrones last night before I watched Smash and I gotta say, it did not set the mood. By the time it was over I was all “Uuuuuggggggh so much jogging in the snow, not enough grinding in Ewok-like parkas!” I was cranky and did not want to watch the millennium’s answer [...]

  Last night’s latest installment of the Paul Lynde Comedy Hour, starring Ellis the spring-haired centaur sought to teach  three very important lessons about love, life, and New York City (“NEW YORK CITY?” bellow some old cowboys around a dying campfire.) Lesson 1: To successfully travel by train to Boston, all you need is a [...]

I love how in Boston, according to films and tv, bank robberies happen all of the time. Having visited Boston all of three times ever I’m a little disappointed that I’ve never experienced a robbery there. It’s like not riding a steer in Texas or talking to assholes in LA. If you miss out you’re [...]

Mark Whalberg: I really like burgers.  Donnie Whalberg: Dude, me too.  Mark Whalberg: We should sell burgers.  Donnie Whalberg: Totally should sell burgers.  Mark Whalberg: We should call them –  Donnie Whalberg: Whalburgers.  Mark Whalberg: Totally call them Whalburgers.   You guys. That’s happening.