September 4th, 2026 Second grade, Welcome Back Kotter was a smash hit on ABC Prime-Time. This sitcom in the Bronx about an eccentric teacher bounding back to the hood to try and book-learn some left-behinds had a magnetic sexpot in Italian stud Vinnie Barbarino, with his feathered neck-length coif, toothy grin, and electric blue eyes my mom and likely all other on our block went plumb gaga. Vinnie made mini-me feel some kinda way without understanding it felt a molecule

Chapter Two August 30th, 2026 My papa was rarely proud, maybe explaining him picking a shotgun over ham to eat for Easter dinner when I was 12. One time I know he was happened on a Saturday morning aged 9. During "Scooby-Doo" I switched to "The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Show" on ABC to CBS, telling him all Hanna Barbara toons, even "Superfriends" (the comic adaptation was DOPE, and "Challenge" season with the Legion of Doom I can't hate on) garbage and from now on I would o

Chapter One August 29th, 2026 About two months back after a decade plus of senseless, endless cannonades of stacked screens with "Wild'n Out", "Ridiculousness", and whatever freak-show TLC - plastic surgery mutant hookups, unintentional potty-mouths, or two-ton teens was showing answered my prayer off a survey two years ago. New cable, service plus provider. Saying it again, my debt to society is paid, living caged with non-streaming platform TV, with the creepiness of p

August 24th, 2026 At my Aunt Onetia's funeral was this in-law off her granddaughter Maley, the other grandma, and tenant of a cardboard box in the woods. Rough as a cob like they used to say, but she rocked a black patent leather minidress with a matching velvety trench and complimentary leather boots. Hair the same shade as the ensemble, with makeup somewhere on the spectrum between punk and country. Probably she'd dig '80's "cow-punk" I'd play for her were we not both

August 23rd, 2026 Months back here I praised Mark Waid's timeless writing on "Kingdom Come" before garroting it on "Champions" then especially "Captain America: Home Of the Brave", his socially irresponsible propaganda pamphlet. Alex Ross's detailed Norman Rockwell Ubermenschen-dystopian-blitzkrieg clusterfuck (I hope y'all know compliments when you read 'em) overshadowed a clearheaded and ingenious taut political thriller with roots set in 1938 wrapping sometime that sm

August 18th, 2026 Being a Big House comic nerd bites sometimes. Making discoveries behind the Ultimate Firewall® frustrates from me wondering what's been discussed, dissected, poked, and prodded past it. Messaging around two years back, my home-girl Nicole caught up talking a Batman story with our Dark Knight hitched to Selina Kyle with their grownup kid investigating Joker's murder written by some cat named Tom King. This longtime chum and I only chatted a couple times

August 14th, 2026 Once I knew this punk who like lots was not a good listener. He heard well enough, picking mouths to listen from is where he went bad. This in the pervert's prison is problematic when you're young with anything left to lose. RJ, a towering Jew at around 6'5 sported his Yarmulke proudly on the yard, rocked a sash-belt plus a Hebraic scroll plastered on his locker like some movie-poster. Not getting funds from outside I figured was likely shame not their

August 12th, 2026 This week I'm interviewing a maybe Robber, cracking up behind-the-site-scenester Ms. A suffering through the last big one (RIP and rot you piece'a trash I says to "Throbbin'") eating her inbox into a noisy text-breakup. Regarding his replacement part, "somebody's gotta fetch the ice and cut them onions". Similar, he's young as Monday, and myself Methuselah (thanks to Prison® preservative, in-person I look a healthy 45 according to some without skin in t

August 8th, 2026 We interrupt this inappropriate and raunchy sometimes site for a moment of Zen and spirit fulfillment. Prison's premiere (far as I know) sassified gonzo journalist is kicking it New Age now? Not so much, but like those onions I put in popcorn pouches to re-nuke with sugar and peppers over in Recipes, I got layers, Cousins. Already told y'all about me studying at the Healing Arts Academy. Spirit is important to me. Being a deep thinker of the critical per

July 22nd, 2026 Nobody who was one ever called themselves out loud a gangster. Before escaping high school I heard that applied to hippies too. These days I crash beside/beneath a guy who answers to the second title and damned if hes really not despite looking spot-on a patchouli-stinking bean-sucker (I'm SO being a poser - that Kiss My Face Patchouli Shave Cream is DOPE, Bitches). He would never cop to the first but is more one than the majority of lame wannabes cloggin

July 17th, 2026 Over five decades occupying two continents, five cities, and two prisons I was paving my pop-nerd highway by third grade. Summer 1976, seeing "King Kong" Dino De Laurentis' first full color version six times, twice wasn't on account of fresh obsessions with 10-story beasts, gorgeous young Aryans Jessica Lange and Jeff Bridges, nor an epic fight where our Ape King busted my nightmare fuel - a snake colossus - in half. Less terrifying for its proportions, i

July 13th, 2026 Wanting to watch cartoons without dying babies being shoved in my mug is a scenario where I'm NOT the incorrect party here, right? Since getting Cartoon Network and Boomerang last weekend, I can't watch "Rick and Morty" nor "My Adventures With Superman" minus St. Jude showing me a baby dying of some croup being coached off-camera to say "I love you" sandwiched between bawling parents. I live in the house malformations built, thanks. I watch animation