My own tortured reaction in the comments section during the throes of this “war” seems to have been prescient:
As we all bask in the glow of lifetime highs across the board (cough cough, wheez, hack), let’s distract ourselves with a favorite of mine, Jiminy Glick. I’ll try to be back later with something salient to say.
I am once again humbled by reading the writing of someone whose talent I underestimated: Patton Oswalt. Let me start by saying that I already believed Oswalt was a brilliant comedian and writer, but I never knew he was such a superb essayist. This little post of mine is little more than a giant “Like” on something Patton wrote, but I encourage you to read it: it’s a post he did about Bill Hicks, who died twenty years ago today. Here’s the essay, and here’s a bit of BIll:
Of all the over-commercialized holidays none of them is more egregious than Valentine’s Day. Wikipedia claims its origin go back to Ancient Rome but we are convinced that some marketing genius pulled this one out of his rectum after a bad quarter. And since that dreadful day generations of men have been forced to engage in wasteful commercial activities they would usually only consider given either one or more of the following conditions: (more…)