Another Sunday Mass. This time, a gay Florida nightclub, where 50 people were shot to death and another 50 wounded (by conservative estimate) today. There’s no reason to expect this shooting to unfold any differently than, say, the Sunday Mass in Charleston. The sane will say this needs to stop. The confederacy of dunces …
My name is Scott Bowles, and I’m a punctu-holic. It’s an inherited condition — from my mother’s side of the family. Dad was a legendary reporter, but he wouldn’t know punctuality if it broke his nose. He was unable to start a task until the 11th hour struck. He didn’t do taxes by April …
Like most guys (and this is statistically true), I keep my spare change instead of doing something useful with it, like using it. At the end of the day, I drop whatever spare coins I have into a plastic jar with the lid cut off. Every four or five months, I lug the 400-pound jug of …
I received a video link that was not only the funniest parody I’d seen in months, but also answered a question I’ve had for years: How do men get away with such sexist lyrics in rock? The answer, I guess, is obvious. For there is no powerful creature on earth than a rock god, …
While he never did so consciously, dad was always stealing mom’s thunder. While he drew laurels and praise for his amazing work as a city-wise reporter, mom worked the unheralded halls of the same cities: the classrooms. As dad won awards from peers and the admiring, mom received the same plaudits, perhaps deeper. From …
RIP, Prince Rogers Nelson (6/7/58-4/21/16) From Spencer and Anneta’s wedding. May 24, 2015 Welcome, friends, family, friends of family. Dearly Beloved: We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life. That line comes courtesy of Prince and Annetta. When I asked the couple what they’d like in their vows, Annetta …
Warning: Spoilers don’t about; they lurk) As the unofficial Assistant to the Manager of the Vince Gilligan Fan Club, I have been watching Better Call Saul religiously — and by extension, reruns of my two favorite shows, Breaking Bad and Mad Men. And it has reawakened an inner-torment, one that perhaps other rabid fans of BB/MM …
I recently found myself on a Virgin America flight. Or trapped on one, I should say. Flying has become a bigger pain in the ass than ever, though, to be fair, the cramped seating and recirculated farts have been relatively terror-free since 9/11. Unless you consider this terror. Perhaps this was billionaire Richard Branson’s …
Dear Uncle Guy, How’s heaven? Has Dad cussed out Jesus yet? Broken the scoop about what a fraud the boss is? I’ve been thinking about you both a lot lately. I still don’t know why I inherited your first name. Your relationship with Dad seemed so strained, separated by more than a decade …
I don’t want to sound like a melodramatic Chicken Little. But Skynet is falling and we’re all going to die. Turns out, The Terminator, The Matrix and the Transformers franchises were all spot-on (though between their dozen combined movies, only two of them were good). The end is nigh, and it will come on a USB flash drive. The realization …
