CrimeBeat!: Drafticipation Edition

OYEZ, OYEZ, OYEZ! The Honorable, the Right Reverend Electric Mayhem. All persons having business before this poorly-written, barely coherent pseudo-tabloid-news-show internet column are admonished to draw near and give their attention, for the Chief Asshat is now sitting. God save the Commentariat and this Sport we love and revile. We have

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: This isn’t Leftovers, It’s The Main Event!

There are a handful of dishes that I make that come from what some folks would call "leftovers" that really can't be classified as leftovers at all. Did you really think I cooked a 14 pound turkey just to make a turkey sandwich? Oh no no. The sandwich was there for the

Your Saturday Night Shut-In Post

Ah Saturday night!  John Travolta had a fever for it, because that was the night he could go out, shake his ass to Donna Summer and not have to worry about going to work at that stupid paint store the next day.  Also no one questioned his sexuality for focusing

This Week In Violence! Presents Shin-Kicking

I'll never forget the chemistry prof I had for the one science class I was required to take in my freshman year of college. "Yes, I'm from Wales. Where men are men, and sheep are nervous." I never did particularly well in that class, but I did enjoy coming to lectures. That