Category Archives: WMF

Here’s a good autumn-y song for yourself… It’s that era’s Byrds-revival guitars, that sort of effect…

Bimbo. Bimbo should take over Hostess. Bimbo has a fine track record of taking over distressed bakeries and not ruining their signature products.

All right, all right, ya Candace Nelson (hothothothothot!) loversz! Here’s brown-butter pumpkin for the cake part, topped with caramel-cream-cheese frosting and crumpled-up extra caramel. Salud!

These guys, they all look the same. Are their looks a genetic trait, the same genetic trait responsible for their angry worldview? Or, rather, does their anger stem from looking this way, that God so willed that they should look … Continue reading →

Over the past two weeks or so we have scoured our brains for all the possible ethnical permutations of one Mr. Nathaniel Silverblossom’s last name. We came pretty close to getting them all, but more likely we hit on only … Continue reading →

Broad, high forehead. Yes. Perpetually squinting through beady eyes. Uh-huh. Moonface. OK. Facial hair. Check.

Fred Barnes. He’s getting away with a bad prediction. He needs to be called on it.

The supermarket (or are they still called groceries?) was empty today. So were the surface streets. Everyone’s Gone Gault (Gault!) Gulchersz!