There’s also the Love Venn Diagram coffee mug, if you’re feeling the need for hotter beverages. And the Bankshot hoodie, but you probably don’t want that. I’m only making two, and I get the other one, so you don’t want to show up at the prom wearing the same thing as I am.
I think the third piece I ever wrote for Cracked was How to BBQ like a Real Man. And even though it didn’t make the front page, that’s okay, because it got me a book. And that book got me another book I can’t talk about yet. So in a cost-benefit analysis, it was most profitable thing I ever wrote, and I had a lot of fun doing it.
Today I’m thankful for my continued employment at Cracked. So here’s Saturday’s latest inclusion, Six Fun Things about Autumn (That Are Actually about Death).
Happy Thanksgiving! May your turkey be delicious, and your tofurkey be actual turkey.
This was a piece Brian prepped for Man Cave Daily. Didn’t get to make edits and run it in time with other content queued ahead. Given the extent of its damage, running it now might be a little inappropriate. Sure, prior to all that guaranteed destruction, we could make jokes there, but once that threat became real, running it from a CBS site just seems a little mocking. Anyway, here on Bankshot the humor’s a little darker and the setting’s more intimate, so here it is, just you and us, ain’t meaning no harm.
As almost everyone knows, the eastern seaboard is getting hammered by Hurricane Sandy right now. If this is the first you’ve heard of this, please, please call your family right now, and go visit the news website of your choice. There’s some serious shenanigans going down and this is one of the few times your attention shouldn’t be on those lovely ladies to the right.
As a public service, Man Cave Daily wanted to remind everyone of a few helpful ways to stay safe and prepared for the storm. All you need to do is follow these handy rules, have a nice cup of tea, and wait for this whole thing to blow over. (more…)
The tide is already insanely high here. I’m on a train lancing through the autumnal splendor under a thick grey sky, and it feels like slipping through the dragon’s jaws.
I wouldn’t have felt right if I’d missed the overbearing grey contrasting with the burning vitality of trees sinking into winter. Even a day or two makes its mark in the hungry Yankee heart. NYC just doesn’t get it the same. The parks by my apartment flare brilliantly for a few days but mostly turn yellow and brown. It’s like the trees know they’re a small colony of survivors cut off from the main of nature.
And now, headfirst into the dragon.