Melting glaciers. Rising sea levels. Extinction of species. Destruction of ecosystems. Right-wing bloviating. All of these things are unfortunate after-effects of climate change.
We here at the Shack, like many people, are big fans of Chinese food. Drunk or sober, it’s a pretty good bang for your buck. And as with a lot of the things we buy, there’s a fair amount of brand loyalty involved; for example, Drizzle has been known to enjoy a Diet Coke in between PBRs and the Old Man tends to prefer the Glass Slipper to the Foxy Lady. A Chinese food joint that we dig is the Rainbow Dragon on F Street here in Southie, which, among other things, is home to the famous “French Fry Fravy” ($3.95 for the french fries, 50 cents for the fravy). Continue reading
“I want this boy to sing at my [cryogenic] freezing…”
- Old No. 22
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into YouTube…
Sorry we haven’t been around, please be patient while we go through finals…then we’ll shack the shit out of yo asses…
<3 The Drizzle
It’s not very often that a whole week passes without so much as an inappropriate Chatroulette screenshot or Shit List addition, but it has been about a week since the last Shack post. By now some of you may be wondering where we have been this whole time. To that question, there is an easy answer. Continue reading
This week, the news broke that our representative in Congress, Stephen Lynch, is a “no” vote on health care reform. He figures the bill doesn’t go far enough.
Now, I’m aware that the Southie precincts all went for Scott Brown, who ran on a promise to vote against the bill, just two months ago. It’s also true that we already have close-to-universal health care in Massachusetts, so at the end of the day, what do we care? Free vicodin and stomach pumps! It’s gonna be a fun weekend. Continue reading
I’ve learned to accept the high cost of living. I’ve learned to live with the condo-ization, and with it the fact that I’ll probably never be able to afford to buy a house in Southie, at least not anytime soon. I can handle the Blackberrying yuppies, even when they walk in acting like they own the place, and I’m close to being able to contain my anger when someone asks me to say “park the car in Harvard Yard” in my own neighborhood and then laughs in my face. I don’t even mind that the parking situation seems to get more horrible every year, because Southie is still Southie, and God help us, so it will always be. But if Southie is really going to hang onto its culture, we have to draw the line somewhere. I’m drawing it here: Fenway Bark. Continue reading
Well someone in an office somewhere hit the jack pot in the death pool this morning, because Corey Haim is dead…and so are his dreams to win an Academy Award.