Somewhere in between early college and late college, my media purchasing habits changed. I went from needing a physical copy of everything, to preferring a digital copy or a free copy I could return once I was finished with it. Maybe this could be because I was sick of moving all that junk every time I moved during college (every year), or maybe it was because I got older and was more realistic about whether I was really going to watch that movie or read that book again. I’ve been …

Back in ye olde times, the idea of the sponsored artist seems like it was more prevalent. Dudes named after Ninja Turtles would get a long gig painting church ceilings and stuff like that, and it seems like it worked, since there are a bunch of painted church ceilings now.
Plus, rich people, like kings with big egos, would appoint artists to hang around and create art – there would be the King’s Juggler and the King’s Toilet Painter and the King’s Underground Dance Troupe.
Nowadays kings are mostly gone and ye …

You know, it occurred to me when I woke up this morning that I have no idea what the acceptable procedure is (if any) for telling people that I dreamt about them. Maybe this is a silly Larry David style thing to wonder about, but how exactly do you tell people you dreamt about them last night without seeming like some creepy psychopath? Is there a way? Let’s consider this for a minute.
So, here’s the situation: you’re sleeping and you dream about someone you know. You and an acquaintance you …