Senor Weaselo is a freelance musician living in New York City. As you would expect, this means he has had some stories and adventures in his time. These are not all of those stories, and definitely not the more specific ones, due to at least a veil of anonymity and
I bring to you today a question about the social contract in hopes of making a case of my own and perhaps to glean some insight from some of yous who deign to read and consider my thoughts on the matter. This is not about the grand, all-encompassing social contract
Stay strong, friends. The yawning chasm of the Off-Season is upon us, but we're going to make it through this. Together.
We have real Oscar coverage coming, but I figured I would kick things off with my traditional I Ain't Seen Shit preview. Like most of you, I have not seen
The season of NFL football is in the books. The games were good, the better teams won. The cheaters were not rewarded this time.
The super bowl had me cleaning my dog hair-ridden hovel and making pulled pork for an expected group of 10-12, half of whom ended up not coming
We’re rounding into the final straightaway before The Pepsi Hard Rock Casino Super Bowl LIV Presented by Odor-Eaters. It’s a tight one this year (somewhere Kobe Bryant just sat up and started paying attention) as the Chefs are a consensus 1.5 point favorite over Santa Clara. This is one of two sub-2-point
Brothers and sisters, I welcome you to DFO Hate Week 2020.
Hate Week is our annual pre-Super Bowl spiritual enema, casting out the residual toxins of the Season That Was and preparing ourselves for the new and exciting toxins to come.
Today, I present my List of Unpopular Opinions. Feel free to
Welcome, everyone- it's Hate Week 2020 at DFO! It is my third-favorite time of the football year, trailing only Draftsmas Eve and P*triots Schadenfreude Day. Hate Will See Us Through.
And there are so many, many things I loathe with a great and abiding passion. The P*triots. Alt-Nazis. People who don't pronounce
"Most of one's life is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking" - Huxley
This may well be the most accurate assessment of my life I have ever come across. It also sums up the divisional playoff game predictions I made last week. Sort of, I guess. I don't want to
"Victory is a fleeting thing in the gambling business. Today's winners are tomorrow's blinking toads, dumb beasts with no hope." - Hunter Thompson
Titans and Vikings bettors came out big on the weekend, winning straight up as 5 and 8 point dogs (at least on the spreads at which I'm looking).
"Over"? Did you say "over"? NOTHING is over until OUR CORPORATE OVERLORDS decide it is!
That's right, friends, you have not yet escaped the clutches of the "holiday" season. Not just because there are seventy-one more nights of Hannukah (MORE SOCKS AND NOTEBOOKS!!!) or the run-up to Drinking Amateur Night. Nor
Christmas time. The season of deception and greed and misery. Bah. Humbug!
The season for parents who lie to their children. Informing them with a straight face that their gifts are dependent on their behaviour alone. That poor kid down the street? Must have been a bad egg. The rich little
Welcome, fellow humans, to the latest filler episode of Dick Tuesday.
The Thursday night game provided most of the entertainment through repeated shots of the Cowboys players and position coaches melting down on the sideline, with much yelling and finger-pointing. Those shots were interspersed with footage of a grim-faced Jason Garrett