Baditude

Probably worth a look:

Perhaps the proper fictional character to reference isn’t Peter Pan, but Matthew McConaughey’s Wooderson from Dazed and Confused— we all get older, Rivers Cuomo stays the same age.

More outlets than a power strip.

Been a busy few weeks for me on the Internets. First, there was the extremely fun to write piece on Jason’s mask for ESPN, along with the obligatory “how is this about sports again?” list they had me put together of the ten scariest goalie masks. After that came a pair of Halloween-themed interviews for VICE, one with an old real witch and one with a photographer of staged horror. And then yesterday saw the virtual publication of an ESPN Travel profile for a foodie college commentator. Today, there’s this simple ol’ satire of how shitty the umps have been this postseason.

There. You’re all caught up.

Following the trail of douchidity.

It’s already gone now, but there was a fantastic craigslist ad looking for a script. Here it is, saved for posterity in my Google Reader:

We are looking to shoot our 4th feature film, 11th total, and will have it completed by the end of the year to be a apart of our other 3 features for our campaign starting in February. The script should be atleast 80 pages, a murder mystery, one house, victorian, in and out, 5 - 8 characters, one man open being dead. Richard Ryan and Ox Films will make another classic with your script, guranteed and you will be apart of the Ox Films family. www.oxfilms.us

A quick Google and IMDB search takes us to this profile for Richard Ryan, a man who no doubt spends a good majority of his time updating his IMDB profile instead of, I don’t know, writing murder mysteries that take place in Victorian houses. Not only is his mini-biography not so mini, but he gives himself about 7 credits per movie he makes. Seeing as the weird guy from The Room has yet to get a follow-up off the ground, this here, everyone, might be our best hope for an Ed Wood. But judging by these amazing trailers, it’ll be with horrible sound equipment, shot in awful grainy video, and be a whole lot douchiery!

Truth.

(I know some folks hate Ed’s singing, but it mostly seems like they’re reacting to the fact that his voice launched a thousand Nickelbacks, which is like hating “The Simpsons” because of “Family Guy” or “American Dad”.)

A sentence I stumbled upon today that I completely agree with.

Christopher Hitchens represents conspiracy theories as the ‘exhaust fumes of democracy’, the unavoidable result of a large amount of information circulating among a large number of people.

Interview with a Cultist!

I interviewed a guy who was in a cult. Hooray!

The Grave Hunter

This is my profile of Stew Thornley, a man who has visited the graves of every Hall of Fame baseball player ever. I’m actually really proud how this one turned out, shockingly, so if you have a moment please give it the once-over.