The seminal FOX sketch comedy show In Living Color is making a glorious return to television. Jim “Don’t call me James” Carrey won’t be there, and neither will the Wayans brothers (and sister) or David Allan Grier or Tommy Davidson or Jamie Fox or… you get the point.
This quarter-fulfilled dream of being a writer is a long and painful journey. Luckily, there’s booze and cigarettes and television to dampen and feed and entertain the boring, arid wasteland of my life.
Simple but pseudo-intellectual enough to make me feel smart. It’s okay to laugh. I am too.
I listened to hip-hop for 30 days.
There are some places in this vast, beautiful world where vehicle ownership is a luxury. America is not one of them.
My body and voice shake uncontrollably with such an admission. Somehow I don’t feel so tough anymore. I just feel rejected.
Remember all those confabs we had about the evils of capitalism? No?