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I've always thought "So I Married an Axe Murderer" was an underrated flick.http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108174/

It's very funny (my family frequently quotes from it), kind of a nice early-90s time capsule, and also has some pre-Austin Powers foreshadowing (Mike Meyers playing multiple characters, for example).

I've always thought "So I Married an Axe Murderer" was an underrated flick.http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108174/

It's very funny (my family frequently quotes from it), kind of a nice early-90s time capsule, and also has some pre-Austin Powers foreshadowing (Mike Meyers playing multiple characters, for example).

This is the film best known for shooting a few scenes on 16th Street in San Francisco, down the street from my childhood home, right?

Right.

I recently found the folk album "Doubleheader" by singer Dan Bern. It's a collection of various songs about baseball and the slice of Americana it symbolizes in stories by legendary journalists that never agreed that baseball is just a game. Many songs depict legendary people, like in "The Golden Voice of Vin Scully" and "The Year-By-Year Home Run Totals of Barry Bonds," while others delve into the metaphorical aspects, as in "When My Buckner Moment Comes." The styles also vary in their influences from recent folk rock to a more New Orleans twang, although I admittedly know very little of folk music, so take that for what you will.

Take a gander here - [url]danbern.bandcamp.com/album/doubleheader[/url]

Your New Boyfriend Has A Laser Target On His Chest At All Times Day!

He didn’t mention it in his profile. You’re glad he didn’t. It might have deterred you from meeting him, and though it’s early, you’re starting to think meeting him is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

“You don’t know who it is?” you asked on your second date, when you finally started discussing the elephant in the room.

“Nor do I know why,” he said.

You stared at the red dot as it flickered ever so slightly closer to his heart.

“How long has it—”

“Eleven years.”

“And he’s never once fired?”

Just once. It was late. He was in an unfamiliar neighborhood. He heard the shot and turned around to find a man with a knife in his hand dead on the ground. A mugger.

“He protected you,” you said.

“He wanted me to know my life his is to end. Not some mugger’s. His alone.”

You watched the red light flicker some more then you demanded he take you home.

That’s been the pattern. You stare at the dot on his chest until you’re so certain there’s about to be a gunshot that you can’t even breathe, and you need to be brought someplace a made love to as quickly as possible. It’s better with the dot. It makes you want to be as close to him as you can, so intertwined that you can feel the dot wander onto your skin too.

“I want to be with you to the end,” you tell him tonight, after.

“To the end?” he asks. “Or at the end?”

Both. One and the other. You need to be there when the shot is finally fired, when the dot finally turns into a bullet hole, when the gunman is (hopefully) finally identified. If that’s the main reason why you’re willing to spend the next fifty years with him, so be it. People have stayed together for a lot less.

Happy Your New Boyfriend Has A Laser Target On His Chest At All Times Day!

One of my favorites is Girls are Pretty. The almost-daily blog written by Bob Powers (@bobpowers1) features vignettes of people dropped in surreal situations (magical realism?) and squeezing real emotions from his characters.