by James Fell | Dec 31, 2017 | Uncategorized
Unless you think Roy Moore is a swell guy, and you just got your third Trump tattoo, then 2017 was the year that could teach things that suck how to suck. It wasn’t a dumpster fire, it was a Porta Potty fire. But for me, 2017 was perhaps the best year of my life....
by James Fell | Dec 30, 2017 | Uncategorized
Fucking porgs. I’m trying to make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs and you’re pulling wires and shit out of the dashboard on the Aluminum Falcon. I just got this hunk of junk back together! This post contains a heap o’ spoilers, FYI. Porgs. You bet your ass I...
by James Fell | Dec 20, 2017 | Uncategorized
If you have pale skin and a penis, your opinion must be made known. Often, by writing many, many paragraphs. The irony of that previous paragraph is not lost on me. A couple of days ago, I wrote a piece with the admittedly incendiary title “Men Are Varying Degrees of...
by James Fell | Dec 19, 2017 | Uncategorized
Intensity is relative. I’m a moderately fast runner. For me, I’ll never do a 10K slower than an hour unless I’m trudging through snow. For others, running a 10K under 60 minutes is a goal they’re chasing. For others still, anything longer than 45 minutes is plodding....
by James Fell | Dec 18, 2017 | Uncategorized
It was 1980, and non-consensual bum-pinching of girls was a thing. The details are hazy. I was 12, entering puberty. Tight Jordache jeans adorned most every bottom. A baser part of me wanted to pinch one too, but didn’t think I should. I had a sense it was wrong. Some...
by James Fell | Dec 16, 2017 | Uncategorized
It’s been done. Despite all that “science” stuff those “experts” keep flogging, you totes can make the scale give you a lower number while eating as much as you want. But you gotta hack. Weight loss isn’t about calories. It’s all about the hack. Hack hackity fucking...
