I own a Taco Bell spork autographed by Lou Rawls. This is the least strange thing about the week I acquired it.

America is very proud of being old, which is adorable because it's not. That's not what this is about, though.

I stopped for a cat in the road. Naturally, this became a whole thing.

I offered a stranger my shopping cart in the dairy aisle. I am still recovering.

Two strangers have been giving out my phone number for over a decade. I would like them to stop.

I was stuck in a room with my thoughts for an unknowable period of time. Nobody should have let that happen.

I turned 47. The internet had to go and make it weird.

We exist in a constant, low-grade hum of social presence, but actual interaction has become something we do at a distance.

AI thinks that I should start using AI. I disagree.

Please, someone just turn off the Christmas music.

I would like to enjoy an occasional baked potato.

I would like to enjoy an occasional baked potato. Not that I do enjoy them, I merely aspire to. Baked potatoes and I have a complicated relationship, the sort you’d file under “irreconcilable diffe…

This month on the DreamPod, Lozz and Lewis are joined by freelance video game writer Andrew Fisher to discuss his career and everything Dreamcast homebrew.With decades of experience in video game jour...