Hideous Cosby Sweater? Check.
Untied high top tennis shoes? Check.
Z Cavaricci pants? Check.
Leather fucking trenchcoat for some reason? Check.
Why. Why why why why why didn’t a single person with access to a mirror get between me and the car as I was leaving the house? Because it was the late 80s, bitches, and this horrible shit was hot.
The recent illustrations of Siri, the iPhone 4S voice-recognition based assistant, failing to provide information to users about abortion, birth control, help after rape and help with domestic violence has gotten a lot of notice. Yesterday’s post with screenshots from a Twitter conversation I was…
Okay, I said it. I’m tired. Fed up. F’shtunk’d and downright verplotzed with the white American Man. Listen, I’m not a racist. (Some of my best friends are white.) And isn’t everyone tired of Hillbilly comedians; hairy, disenfranchised boy-men; sexually hopeless bearded geeks who…
Earlier generations have weathered recessions, of course; this stall we’re in has the look of something nastier. Social Security and Medicare are going to be diminished, at best. Hours worked are up even as hiring staggers along: Blood from a stone looks to be the normal order of things “going…
The clip we showed on Craig Ferguson. This is copyright and TM FOX and its related companies, and I’m just posting it here to remind people that the episode goes out in two weeks on November 20th.
(The script called for a bad American accent. I’m still not sure I hit the Dick Van Dyke doing Cockney levels that were called for.)