Monthly Archives: December 2005

6 More Shopping Days

Six days out and the local weatherfolk are already giving us the meteorological thumbs down on a potentially snow-covered holiday in Atlanta and surrounding. This shouldn’t and doesn’t surprise us. We’re used to getting our official winters later. The last big blizzard that everyone remembers happened in March of 1993, if that says anything. What

8 More Shopping Days

If you’ve not found the perfect gift to give your estranged uncle’s new mail-order Russian girlfriend, you’d better hurry. You might think that an airplane bottle of Popov tied with a red ribbon is funny, but she will probably disagree. I’m working on a couple of things that might help you. Sometime between now and

‘Tis The Season for Jetpacks

Merry Jetpackmas! (1 of 2) Originally uploaded by grabbingsand. Obviously. In a grand gesture of holiday cheer, NCSoft has given everybody in City Of Heroes and City Of Villains a jetpack. To this, I say: Awesome. (Yes. The hovering fellow is my villain. He’s got a top-hat and a big handle-bar mustache, so you know

The One-Day Resurrection of Dean Gray

He’s back. So step right up and get your download on before the RIAA cops come a-runnin’ ’round the corner … Previously: Who Is Dean Gray? and Whither Dean Gray?

The House of Decorative Accessories

HODA-(Cover) Originally uploaded by grabbingsand. In the spirit of Lileks’ Interior Desecrations — without a doubt, one of the most hilarious collections on this or any other World Wide Web — allow me to share with you the contents of this sales brochure from a place called HODA … in a time called 1973. And

Profane & Profound

(And really damned funny.) When I was a kid, Richard Pryor’s stand-up was the forbidden fruit of comedy. You might know somebody who had a couple of Cheech & Chong tapes or someone else who’d managed to acquire some Eddie Murphy, but Pryor was a rarity. So uncommon was actual audio that his routines became

In The Spirit, Suckers.

Leave it to me to find within a comic book, an object lesson to sum up my own opinion on the whole Christmas/Holiday situation (as locally seen here and here). The long and the short of it is … Christmas is under no threat of extinction. If anything, the winter holiday season is experiencing something

1982: A Dark, Yet Shiny Time

Presenting: The 1982 Atari Club Christmas Catalog. Mere words fail. (via Joystiq.)

Too. Damn. Cold.

27° Fahrenheit. Gah. (Welcome to Atlanta, where the playas freeze.) See the bear? See what the bear is doing? That’s exactly the single track upon which my mind is riding today. As much as hibernation could possibly restrict any upcoming holiday festivities (not to mention my continued employment, as they seem to insist upon my

On Retail

It was 1990. In fact, it was probably right around this time of year. I was back home from a year spent at Tennessee Wesleyan College, a small edifice of higher learning about an hour and a half north of Fort Oglethorpe. My two semesters there were less than spectacular, but not so horrible that