In Snark Contrast

My dad's Italian.  My mom's Irish.  So, yeah, the prospect of imbibing in an adult beverage at some point in my life was pretty much a "written in ...

Crazy, right, how we as a species call it quits each night to recharge our batteries.  How, for eight hours, more or less, we submissively assume t...

I started this blog four years ago, finishing up that inaugural attempt with a dig at those purveyers of triteness, those mind-numbing cliche filib...

Presently, it's damn near impossible to agree on anything, be it healthcare plans, political parties, religious affiliations or which wine to pair ...

As a child, when it came to exciting times, Christmas was unrivaled.  Sure, a birthday was good for a few presents, maybe even a party and, yeah, g...

First off, I just wanna say thanks for taking the time to show up 'cause let's face it, this isn't required reading. Yeah, nothing mandatory to see...

It took a while, but I finally reconciled myself to the fact that the whole notion of everyone getting around in flying cars ain't gonna happen.  G...

You're at a party, feelin' pretty sociable, in a room where the vast majority of revelers are strangers but what the hell, nothing ventured, nothin...

"Get Smart", a sitcom that ran from 1965-1970, created by Mel Brooks and Buck Henry, parodied the secret agent genre that was highly popular at the...

So, here's a scenario: A guy decides he wants to become a peanut farmer, right out of the blue, with nary an agricultural sentiment expressed prior...

Okay, so let's say you have a blind spot, ya know, something that virtually everyone else is familiar with but has somehow alluded you from your ch...

Funny, the things you remember.  Funny, too, the things you don't.  To this day, I swear I can recall the moment I first spotted my newborn brother...