By Mark | December 14, 2013
Before we had Clemetine, there was a period of time when Linette and I did normal things, like hang out at night and watch television. One of the last things that I can remember watching, back in “the television days,” was the second season of Survivor, the one that introduced the world to the petite […]
Posted in Pop Culture, Uncategorized | Also tagged born again christian, Christians under attack, con men, Elizabeth Hasselbeck, Hall of Shame, Michael Skupin, Mike Sorrentino, multi-level marketing, Nazi, Pay it Forward, Ponzi scheme, pyramid schemes, reality television, Rob Wolcheck, Rob Wolchek, Survivor, Tila Tequila |
I don’t have time to craft a good, comprehensive post about it right now, but I wanted to at least acknowledge that the results of the 2010 Michigan census were released today, and that, among other things, it shows a huge loss of population in Detroit. I don’t think anyone expected the news to be […]
Posted in Detroit, Michigan | Also tagged 2010 census, all kinds of flight, black flight, census data, depopulation, downsizing of Detroit, Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, population decline, Robocop, the Detroit situation, urban homestead act, urban homesteading, white flight |
By Mark | January 25, 2011
I had managed, up until a few days ago, to completely avoid reality television stalwart Audrina Patridge. As we don’t have a television hooked up to the outside world, I’d missed out on both The Hills and Dancing with the Stars. But, about a week or so ago, while peddling away on a stationary bike […]
Posted in Detroit, Media, Uncategorized | Also tagged Audrina Patridge, Bash Boulder, Buffalo Wild Wings, Dancing with the Stars, Dream Maker, Mark Burnett, Michigan film incentives, Patrick Elkins, posts where Mark kind of implies that he's better than you because he doesn't have a television, reality television, slang, Survivor, The Hills, vagina, VH1, webisodes, YOBI, yobi.tv, yoni |
By Mark | November 18, 2010
I know we got here somehow, but I cannot for the life of me understand how… I feel like neutering myself with a sharp rock and crawling off into a mud pit somewhere. Which, I guess, was kind of the objective of this PSA.