Monthly Archives: May 2011

Terror and punk rock. Not the band Terror. The other terror.

Remember after 9-11 when they pulled all the metal and aggressive songs off the radio and suddenly the only shit that anyone was playing was some John Cougar song about a perfect world and Michelle Branch and Vanessa Carlton? That … Continue reading

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Terror and punk rock. Not the band Terror. The other terror.

Remember after 9-11 when they pulled all the metal and aggressive songs off the radio and suddenly the only shit that anyone was playing was some John Cougar song about a perfect world and Michelle Branch and Vanessa Carlton? That … Continue reading

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Baby, baby, baby!

Man, so two of my best friends (they’re a husband/wife combo) had a little baby last night. I went to bed around ten and the last thing I said to my wife was something along the lines of “good night. … Continue reading

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Baby, baby, baby!

Man, so two of my best friends (they’re a husband/wife combo) had a little baby last night. I went to bed around ten and the last thing I said to my wife was something along the lines of “good night. … Continue reading

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how television is turning your kids into gay, Latino communists (or: Jesus I’m up early today)

Have you voted for BSC for best local blog on the Chicago Reader best of 2011 internet poll yet? If not, giddyup! Well, today seems like it’s gonna be interesting. My kid woke up at 5am complaining of an upset stomach. … Continue reading

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how television is turning your kids into gay, Latino communists (or: Jesus I’m up early today)

Have you voted for BSC for best local blog on the Chicago Reader best of 2011 internet poll yet? If not, giddyup! Well, today seems like it’s gonna be interesting. My kid woke up at 5am complaining of an upset … Continue reading

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