What appliance has meant more to our lives in these past 10 years than the cell phone? Nate Katz has taken every turn, hit every pot hole, and has even ridden in the carpool lane on the road that is the journey of the cell phone.
Can you believe it's only now that someone has been dubbed the "Craigslist Killer?" I can't. But it's true. Of course, this isn't the first time that someone has ended up dead with Craigslist's circumstantial involvement this year; last month radio man George Weber was killed in his Brooklyn apartment by a teenage hooker he picked up o
When we talk about how the world has changed during the last decade it boils down to one large change that altered all of our lives; indeed, what we talk about when we talk about the Aughts is the internet.
As the staff here at Steve's Word progresses from being a group of fun-loving, socially jilted men in their mid-twenties to fun-loving, socially jilted men in their early-late-twenties our concerns have shifted a bit. All of our friends are either married or are getting married. Thankfully, none of us are yet, but the topic is constantly in our realm of existence and it needs to be mocked. I've put together a list of the ten worst ways you can propose to your sweetheart because, if nothing else, we're here to help.
You know, sometimes you wail and moan to the world and the world answers back. Just when Tim was about to bitch and moan about the state of all things mapping and directions related, Google had to go ahead announce that their giving away GPS on Android 2.
From a electing as president a bumbling, underachieving, overprivileged bafoon who set our progress back an incalculable number of years to electing a Black, Muslim who wasn't even born in this country (jk), the political landscape has changed markedly over the last 10 years and Jeff Larson has something to say about it.
As I walked up the handicap ramp to the Denny’s outside my hotel in Raleigh, NC, I cringed watching the sloth-like line of customers entering this marvel of American cuisine. I’d never been to a Denny’s sober before. I watched and judged these people wondering if I could possibly look like I belonged here as much as they did, but I had no choice, it was the only eatery for miles. While waiting to be seated, I watched a man unsuccessfully try to fit into a booth. His enormous pot-belly wouldn't clear the table. This man would need a different seat.
A waitress named Rahnay, fresh out of her hair curlers, led me to a booth and served me a much needed coffee. I mulled over the options, Lumberjack Slam, Moons over My-Hammy, how could I choose with so many delicious options? "Does the scrapple come with a barf-bag?", I asked. "No sir, it does not." "Then I'll have the American Slam," I said begrudgingly. "Would you care for a side of spam?" "I'd better not."
Come on, Eldrick.