The Incredible Mr. Write

A long time ago, in a neighborhood not so far away,  a really compelling television show was much like Haley's Comet: it was a rare sight that only flashed across the heavens once in a great while. If you weren't lucky enough to catch it when it happened, you were doomed to wait weeks, months or years plodding along through re-runs of Gilligan's Island before ever seeing its brilliance again. Then, decades later, something beautiful happened: someone reached toward the heavens and stole fire from the gods in the form of streaming sites. Netflix, HuluPlus, HBO Go abounded with entertainment both familiar and original - entertainment we consume in heaping helpings like ravenous pop culture pythons. What follows is a list of the most influential, provocative and binge-worthy shows in the last decade. It's by no means a definitive list; there are far too many televised masterpieces to make that a possibility. Consider this an appetizer of the endless buffet that is binge T...

Tinsel is not your friend.  I don't care what they say, there's not a whole heckuva lot of peace on earth during the Christmas rush.  Department stores keep  putting up decorations earlier each year. Pretty soon, they'll never take them down. We'll have Halloween masks hanging next to stockings and sleigh bells. We'll have to combine holidays:  Hallothanksgristmas .  I'm definitely  copyrighting  Hallothanksgristmas .  Snowmen never look as good as they do on TV.  Waiting until the last minute to shop for gifts is a little like jumping off a train that's already gone over the cliff. It's not gonna be pretty.  Hot Cocoa somehow tastes better on Christmas. I make a mean Christmas Wassail.  I'm pretty sure when they say "have a cup of cheer," they mean Jack Daniels.  It doesn't matter how carefully you store Christmas lights, they will never work right the next year. You can never have too much egg...

Just because  you map out your life, doesn't mean that's the path you'll follow. Thirty isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Forty on the other hand... If you're not happy  where you are, get out now. If you want respect , you have to give it.   Likewise , if someone doesn't give you respect, they shouldn't be surprised if you don't give a s**t what they think. No matter what  you do, somebody's gonna bitch about it. If nothing else , keep your shoes polished.  It's not about what  you are, it's about who you are.  If they don't like it , tough. You know the truth.  I have  and always will hate rude people. I'm definitley not  the same guy I was five years ago.   The club scene wasn't for me . You can't find love surrounded by strobe lights and booze.  I don't deserve forgiveness , lucky for me God doesn't agree.  My wife is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.  I don't care what ...

Dear Hollywood, We need to talk. I feel like something is missing in our relationship lately, and to be totally honest I think it's you, not me. What happened, Hollywood? You used to be so fun, with your whip-swinging archaeologists, DeLorean riding time travellers and lightsaber swinging Jedi. Then something went horribly wrong, you just didn't seem to care about my needs anymore. I tried telling you I just couldn't take another remake of  Piranha 3-D , but you didn't seem to care. I suffered through the umpteenth  Saw  flick, smiled politely through your (frankly insulting) reimagining of The Karate Kid and even sat with you through several rehashes of  Superman , just hoping and praying our relationship wasn't really dead. You kept inviting your old drinking buddy Russell Brand over - I guess you figured a party clown might liven things up. It didn't; I spent all summer cleaning up after the two of you. Then there's the reality shows. At first I t...

Ahh, Millennials! The proverbial scapegoat to all the Summers of our discontent, the veritable red-headed step-child of our generational family. The Millennials are often viewed much like the character of Sam in The Walking Dead : whiny, obnoxious, an unnecessary weak link constantly demanding cookies. We see them on school campuses across the nation, huddled in safe spaces, molding Play-Doh in their own image. We write them off as vapid little snowflakes, petulant crybabies and lazy, self entitled brats. We roll our eyes whenever they decry injustices against them, claiming they're mere pantywaists tilting at windmills. But what if we're wrong? Sure, there are solid cases of members of the "Lamest Generation" perpetuating the stereotype and rightly being branded with a scarlet L, but as with any group, these individuals solely exist to give the rest a bad name. I admit, I used to view the Millennials with disdain normally reserved for corrupt politicians and ...