My father’s recent passing made me think about my wildly dysfunctional with time. It’s a finite commodity for all of us, and we never have anywhere near as much as we want and need.

When I think of all the time I wasted trying to score pot when it was illegal, it all just seems like a goddamn waste.

For my Shudder pick of the month, I chose We Kill For Love, a nearly three hour long deep dive into direct-to-video thrillers from the 1990s.

My family has been suffering the trials of Job for the last month or so. I’m hoping for a little reprieve.

For my Sweaty Summer Desperation sale, I’m cutting the already low price of a paid subscription to Nathan Rabin’s Bad Ideas IN HALF! I’ll make you such a deal!

Diddy’s arrest and trial promised a reckoning for the disgraced mogul and the many mega-celebrities in his orbit that never came, not unlike how Jeffrey Epstein apparently ran a massive sex trafficking ring for decades without writing anything down or threatening anyone with exposure.