Dark’s Corner :: Coaster Orgasm: May 11th, 2000 :: Thursday, May 11th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Crickets :: Monday, May 8th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Casual Sex :: Monday, May 8th, 2000

When I see Justin Credible, I don’t think “eyebrows better suited for that creepy gossip writer on E! Gossip Show.” What were they thinking? I realize that they are trying to avoid the Ziggy Stardust glam stigma of no eyebrows at all, but these eye-mustaches are ridiculous.

Dark’s Corner :: Six Points Of View :: Wednesday, May 3rd, 2000

Inconvenience Store :: MUSIC REVIEW: New Coat of Paint - Songs of Tom Waits :: Monday, May 1st, 2000

Archikulture Digest :: Number 6: Fringe 2000 :: Monday, May 1st, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Birthday Boy :: Tuesday, April 25th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Busier than a long snake in the mall parking lot :: Tuesday, April 25th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Busier than a long snake in the mall parking lot :: Tuesday, April 25th, 2000

Isaac Airborne is more than a little disturbed at the curiously dated advertising bonanza that is EPCOT.

Dark’s Corner :: MP3.Conversation - April 24, 2000 :: Monday, April 24th, 2000

Dark’s Corner :: Backstage At The House Of Blues :: Monday, April 24th, 2000

As hard as I try to look back on my childhood with glee, I just get a mental picture of a retarded blond boy falling down everywhere and generally making a fool of himself everytime I think of myself. I wasn’t just an idiot – I seemed to be completely unteachable. I would get jumped by neighborhood kids, get some rocks thrown at my face for good measure……and, sure as fuck, it would happen again.

I can’t use a knife and fork properly. I can’t seem to make myself believe that everyone isn’t watching me eat. I can’t can’t CAN’T stand it when people crack jokes about me (I know we spend half the night making fun of Mr. Can-aa-da, but this is me we’re talking about now).

Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Awesome is in the building. What can I say, I was sucked in by the hype and impressed by the execution. It’s one of those surreal moments that ONLY happens in professional wrestling. Felt like one of those comic books where fucking Loki or the Red Skull shows up to fight Spider Man, and it’s a total shock crossover, worlds colliding. For that one moment it worked. Awesome then proceeded to smash a crutch over Nash’s body and flicked off the audience while the announcers sputtered on about how he had an ECW title defense on Thursday. Awesome, rocking the lustrous Bon Jovi mullet WITH fanny pack, and somehow pulling off the look, picked up the mic and…

But Awesome put on a great match without relying on splintering wood for their shock-value cheers. That is a mark of a true champion in ECW, when they can impress the increasingly blood-thirsty Mongol hordes with a match NOT involving blood, tables, or violence against women.

Talk about contrived bullshit! Am I supposed to just sit back and believe that Carlos Santana, without the help of his publicists and record label, has become the hottest thing since All-Nighter Diarrhea in merely a few weeks?

Flash Fictions :: Everything Comes in Threes :: Monday, April 10th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Suburban :: Monday, April 10th, 2000