Patrick Patterson-Carroll

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.

#Ebolapacolypse

Remember all those confabs we had about the evils of capitalism? No?

The television is a powerful tool for its owner when used moderately and with an eye for more than just mind numbing entertainment.

The Situationists’ idea of strolling involved drinking and the ever-romanticized city of Paris, but one can go-a-flâneuring anywhere and in any state of awareness (or non-awareness, as the case may be.)

Given Kanye’s celebrity status and our cultural habit of reducing (or elevating if you’re feeling nasty) sound bites torn from their context to snappy memes, it’s difficult to not at least be peripherally familiar with the man’s apparent delusions of grandeur.

Being the privileged first-world-dweller that I am (and also until very recently—unemployed), and given the rather grave climate of the jobs dialogue, I thought I would highlight some of the good things about being unemployed.