How we love you, Hot Cheetoz… Let us count the ways.
Now that 2016 is drawing to a close, it is safe to say that mostly everything that took place this year was shitty. It seemed as if every other week a cultural iconoclast passed away:Continue reading
Silent cinema has long been relegated to annals of the academic, saved for classrooms and revivalist houses. Outside of the cinephiles who walk among us, few, if anyone, rushes off to the video store (yes,Continue reading
I’m not sure if it was the delicious and potent Willie Nelson herb or the event itself amplified or conjured this feeling out of thin air, but there was something ineffably freeing and joyful aboutContinue reading