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Space Invaders was released the year I was born — 1978. By the time I was four it had cemented its place in history, grossing $3.8 billion to become the best selling video game of the time. That’s nothing however compared to its impact on pop culture — not just…
I am both an introvert and an extrovert. I don’t think this is so unusual. We probably all have intro and extro versions of ourselves. It’s kind of like masculinity and femininity but with less chance of offending everyone.
Technique: Journaling.
Strategy: Completely free yourself from critical restraint and transcribe your disinhibited stream of consciousness. All day and night, jot down whatever idea pops into your head, no matter how immediate, simplistic, vacuous, ridiculous, dim, doltish, absurd, or downright insane it may seem. Let nothing limit the frequency of…
If you Google me, my name auto-fills with ‘pants’. The first thing people want to know is whether I fit like ‘Dickies.’ I have an uncle named Dickie so there is a small chance this is a misguided fan with deep knowledge of my family and poor grammar. …
In retrospect, renting a taxidermied great horned owl for my kids was an obvious attempt to compensate for something.
Actually, it was an attempt to compensate for many things. First among them, of course, was Covid. By that point, October 2020, the kids had been cooped up with only their…
Marriage is always a challenge. It never ceases to amaze me how difficult it is to get right, yet how willing people are to jump out of one and into the other like they’re on a club crawl in Ibiza. There were 13 years between my first and second marriages…
Hot Dogs And Beans. Tuna Noodle Casserole. Johnny Marzetti Also Known As American Chop Suey. Scrambled Eggs In The Microwave. Boston Market Rotisserie Chicken, A Bone Of Which My Dad Once Had To Heimlich Maneuver Out Of My Friend Mike Brosius’s Mouth To Save His Life. Berries Jubilee. Mocha Chip…
It’s not a popular opinion, but I sort of hate Halloween. I know it’s fun for the kids, and I love the season. But the holiday, not so much. I’m not fond of a lot of things that seem to make people happy: fairs, clowns, circuses, carnivals, zoos. They suggest…
Like starting a new season of a TV show, where your favorite character has a different haircut.
Like you’re Mary-Kate dressed as Ashley.
Like you got a tattoo of your face… over your face.
Like seeing your third-grade teacher in tennis shoes.
Like seeing your doctor in falsies.
Like seeing…
Ben Kassoy (he/him) is a payphone that rings.
Ben Kassoy (he/him) is a cartographer in a coma, psychokinetically mapping underwater worlds, waiting for someone to one day discover his sunken cities.
Ben Kassoy (he/him) is having three vertebrae removed so he can put his ear right up to his chest…
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