The Press Junket: A Song Blog

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Prospector

I’d like to be in on the ground floor just once. I’ve pretty much been late to all the major parties. Checkered Vans. Coldplay. Instagram. YOLO. And, now it’s apparently too late to be hip to bitcoins. The Winklevoss Twins are buying it all up and the market has seen the digitial currency rise to […]

State Fair

So apparently you enrich Uranium by centrifuging the atomic material until it separates into two distinct isotopes. The fission of one of those isotopes is particularly effective in creating heat/energy. And at a certain enrichment level, bombs. Poetically, the nuclear deal with Iran, itself, is a little like a centrifuge. Or maybe that Gravitron ride […]

Love Hurts Too

In honor of the Walking Dead premiere tonight and watching romantically with your significant, albeit potentially undead, other, a Press Junket love song and classic below. As many of you are aware, my wife has walked among the non-living for years now. Dead eyes. Blood lust. Poor hygiene. Travels in roving packs of girlfriends to […]

Bright Side

Trust me, it wasn’t for lack of trying. To contract it, I engaged in all the traditional and recommended activities. But, apparently I’m impervious to mononucleosis. I mean a month off from shool?? I would have made it with Mrs. Fink and drank a bottle of baseball team back wash, for 30 straight days of […]

PTA

Adam Carolla’s exhausting, howitzer-style commentary falls into one of three categories: 1. Wildly offensive, profane, vulgar, mysoginistic, borderline racist; 2. Non-lude/non-bigoted but still wrong; and 3. Pure-cane genius. I was never into what I surmised about his type of comedy. The Man Show. Crank Yankers. Love Line. More recently, Carolla has become a kind of […]