When I was a kid, nothing got me going like puppets. I was crazy for them. I couldn’t get enough of them. I wanted to live and breathe puppets.

Reflecting on YouTube’s place as the most amazing, magical, loving, caring, nurturing invention in the history of inventions. We <3 YouTube … and ancient television shows.

Should the world embrace a dedicated ‘crying period’ perhaps every Sunday at 7 pm?  After new episodes of ‘The Biggest Loser’ air? I know I’d vote for that.

Moving to the big city to chase your dreams isn’t always easy. I’m a New York City fraud. I’m not fooling anyone, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Sometimes this place just scares the shit out of me.

I have a terminal degree. I’m married. I work 40 hours a week. So really the only thing that’s left for me in this world is having a child, right?

You don’t believe you have to answer to a higher power? There is no such thing as an omnipotent, omniscient entity that will call on you to answer for your wrongs? Let me introduce you to someone. This is The Internet.

I recently discovered that my antiquated musical tastes aren’t getting me anywhere in today’s now-hyper-obsessed social media popularity contest. I’m pretty sure after two mentions of Jethro Tull, they revoke your Twitter account…