So you're worried things are going too fast. Making it official seems to be all that matters to her, and it scares you how much she cares. Don't worry so much, maybe she just wants to be able to use that foolproof story that all her friends use at the bar to get rid of ugly guys: “Sorry, I have a boyfriend”. You don't want to be tied down? So you can play the field? I have … [Read more...] about The Relationship Express
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Tales of Cupcakery: Crumbs Bakery
Who isn’t excited to drive down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills? In the summertime, tourists and tour buses flock by the dozens, and any other time of the year, it’s packed with locals. Whether you like seeing huge Brooks Brothers stores, or the inevitable Bentley/Aston Martin/Bugatti, it is hard to hate the glitz of Rodeo Drive. I was pretty excited to find out that the … [Read more...] about Tales of Cupcakery: Crumbs Bakery
Trailer Trash: Naughty Naughty
There aren’t many directors working today who maintain enough prestige and clout to be known only by a single name. Then again, there aren’t many directors working today who have the guts to make a film that depicts the image of a shrinking man climbing into his girlfriend’s vagina and have the ability to make this visual the furthest thing from being pornographic or obscene. … [Read more...] about Trailer Trash: Naughty Naughty
Boy Meets Bar: Your Father’s Office or Mine?
By Andrew Ramirez * The way I remember my pop’s office, he had this ancient four-foot upright standing dispenser of Boston Beans, like the kind you’d find in a general store circa 1940 or on Main Street in Disney Land. I think it was gift (maybe not) and although I’ve never been to Boston, I’ve since associated an entire city with a glass container full of stale red … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Your Father’s Office or Mine?
Trailer Trash: Being and Nothingness and Snowmen
I was perusing through iTunes’ newest batch of movie trailers last Tuesday when my eyeballs screeched to a halt upon one particular title recently excreted from the fetid bowels of some exceptionally bored screenwriter’s brain. I rubbed my eyes a few times, hoping that the title was simply the result of a lapse of temporary dyslexia brought upon by reading a chapter of Sartre’s … [Read more...] about Trailer Trash: Being and Nothingness and Snowmen