The Selling of an Icon and other nonsense. |
The Celtics Lift Up Banner Number 17, Discrediting and Disgracing all Aztec Prophecys, RIP to the Bo Diddley Beat and Mr. Conductor, and other tales of queer fanciful flight on the humble streets of T...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:53:00 PST |
Jon Lester, Henry Jones Jr. and Elvis Costello |
NO HITTERSitting in a luxury box seat owned by a law firm, surrounded by my girlfriend, my father, and a cast of folks who looked likeodd refugees from the Office, Fenway Park looked small below me. I...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Fri, 23 May 2008 08:36:00 PST |
Art Shows and Employment.... |
So whatever happened to Phil then? Did he slide clear off the astral plane and into some demented new facet of the everyday world? A Kubrick-esque time slip mind fuck? Or was he just passed out in the...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 09:14:00 PST |
No Country for Used Undies |
If you want to know what movies and albums were good this year, as you can't think for yourself, sheep sheep, bah bah, bah boobs, go down to my livejournal and take a look at my year end spectacular. ...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:06:00 PST |
Like Movies? |
well, if you do, go on down to my livejournal.thats livejournal user zoostation1.ive just posted an informative little guide to navigating the cinematic swamp, courtesy of me, everyone's favorite movi...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:41:00 PST |
Stand By Your Hogan |
God's speed Hogan. That's right. He walked among you. He was fleeting and farfetched and if you blinked, you missed him. He was on the streets of Cambridge, in the woods of Plymouth County, he was sur...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 11:32:00 PST |
Johnny Strikes Up The Band |
Today, outside of South Station, a bum asked me a riddle. He said that if I solved it, he'd give me two dollars. and If he beat me, and I couldnt solve it, I needed to give him 50 cents. He said whats...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 09:39:00 PST |
From Fenway Park.... |
It was damned cold, but the amount of booze and pride in the blood of the faithful heated up Yawkey Way as we, a thousand strong, waited for our champions, the Red Sox. In a stunning display, the Red ...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 02:56:00 PST |
Wes Anderson, My Work, The Red Sox, Songs and the Popes New Pomp |
Bastards of Young Deoderant:Let us now examine the current state of cinema and wonder exactly when the guard changed. For the last decade or so, the surefire way to a hipster hit was a big shoot 'em u...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 10:50:00 PST |
Open Letter to Ryan Engley on Baseball |
OPEN LETTER TO RYAN ENGLEY ON BASEBALLLook where we are now, buddy. At the beginning of the season, your dear Yankees were floundering, while the Red Sox asked if I believed in miracles, and I said ye...
Posted by A Boy Called Malice on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:00:00 PST |
