If I can write a cogent argument on behalf of the Jacksonville Jaguars, there is truly no such things as writers block. Go read my article at Esquire.
I’ve basically become known as my generation’s foremost authority on the day-to-day thoughts, feelings, and dreams of Rihanna….Rihanna? What the Hell is her last name? Does she have one? [Brief lull as I consult Wikipedia, arbiter of all knowledge you don’t actually need] “Robyn Rihanna Fenty”?!? Holy shit. Anyway, I wrote about her new video ...
I tried for about ten hours to pretend I was above commenting on the fact that Ben Affleck is the new Batman. Then I wrote about it for Esquire. You should go and check it out. I hope that this doesn’t impact our friendship, Ben. I’ve really come to enjoy our weekend Froyo dates.
Ahoy. I wrote a thing for Esquire earlier today, concerning rocket-powered bicycles. No, seriously. Click here and read it. You’d think someday my lust for all things related to cycling would abate, but it seems I’m insatiable.