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Every Phone Interview I’ve Ever Had

Every Phone Interview I’ve Ever Had

Hi, Mr. Moss-China? Moss-sheena? Am I saying that right? Ohhh, okay. Well, my name is Janet and I’m a recruiter at [company]. I’m so glad you could take some time to speak with me today. Oh, you’re glad too? Good, that’s good. Anyway, big thanks for going through our rigorous online application process. You’re probably wondering why we asked you to upload your resume on our site, then made you re-type all of its contents into an 11-part form. That just makes it easier on our end to quantify candidates’ professional backgrounds. We then sort that data and call the applicants who wind up at the top of our spreadsheet. So lucky you, right? Hey, that reminds me; do you have experience with Excel… [READ THE REST]

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Six Reasons the Beatles Suck

Six Reasons the Beatles Suck

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Paul, John, George and – to a lesser extent – Ringo, please forgive me. I’ve been commissioned by Slacktory editor and known hedonist Nick Douglas to write a list of six reasons why the Beatles weren’t the greatest band of all time. I would have turned him down, but I’ve got two cats to feed and, well, I need the money… [READ THE REST]

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Follow Friday: @MottRomney2012

Follow Friday: @MottRomney2012

@MottRomney2012 is equal parts political candidate, cyborg and Egyptian hawk deity. But more than anything, he’s an AMERICAN. The only question is: can his bizarre rants about “Oboama” and the failings of the “U.A.S.” government score him some write-in votes this November… [READ THE REST]

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Doing Yoga With My Wife

Doing Yoga With My Wife

I am the only man in the studio. I am silent, seated Indian-style on a rented mat. My oversized Lake Huron t-shirt and basketball shorts are a sharp contrast to the tight-fitting Lululemon Athletica yoga gear stretched over the lanky bodies around me. My wife senses my discomfort. She says “There were other guys in here last week, I swear.” I look at her solemnly… [READ THE REST]

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I Am The Problem

I Am The Problem

I’m not articulate or educated enough to comment on the sad state of the world. But when I read an article about how North Korea is sending its people to labor camps for not “genuinely” mourning the death of Kim Jong Il, I hit “Like.” Not because I like the story, but so that my friends on Facebook will see it and be as outraged as I am for a few minutes. By dinner time, I’ll be struggling to remember what I was so upset about… [READ THE REST]

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Don’t Ever Leave Me Alone With Anyone, Ever

Don’t Ever Leave Me Alone With Anyone, Ever

Last night, at my wife’s company Christmas party, I was left alone with a table full of auditors. I was on my fourth Michelob Ultra (hey, any port in a storm) and I was feeling a little loose. So I decided on a pretty risky course of action: to participate in the conversation… [READ THE REST]

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Can We Talk About Lawyer Mike?

Can We Talk About Lawyer Mike?

Hardwick hasn’t noticed him. Neither has Daniel Tosh. He hasn’t been on the Daily What or Best Week Ever.

They’ve all missed the boat on Lawyer Mike, the Knoxville-based personal injury attorney… and rapper… [READ THE REST]

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Why Most Creative People Never Accomplish Anything

Why Most Creative People Never Accomplish Anything

I thought of an opening sequence this morning on my way to work.

See, it’ll be interspersed shots of the two main characters, each of them starting their respective days. It all starts with a cold open on an alarm clock. It’s one of those big digital displays and it says “5:59 a.m.” Then it flips to “6:00 a.m.” and the music starts (“Missy” by The Airborne Toxic Event)… [READ THE REST]

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That Time I Delivered Cheesecakes

That Time I Delivered Cheesecakes

On Tuesdays I’d stand with my arms crossed and chest out alongside the other delivery drivers. Most were older men who wore faded uniforms and reeked of cigarette smoke. This late in the afternoon, there wasn’t much conversation among them. We all just stood there, quietly, waiting for Salvo… [READ THE REST]

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