How my first Garbage concert taught me that doing things is more fun than not doing things

“What’s the band you said you liked, ‘Trash’?”
“It’s Garbage.” (we both laugh)
“Garbage! Oh, that’s right. I knew it was something like that.”

Twas a super cute exchange between myself and my friend’s mom last summer just a couple of months before she passed away. I told her the story months earlier about the first concert I saw all by myself when I was a teen. She enjoyed the tale, so I figured it’s share-worthy here too.

Are we still talking about Prince?

Are we still talking about Prince? Is that cool? May I? He was the first person I had all over my bedroom wall. I was 4. I convinced my dad to paint my room purple when I was 5. My mom saw him on the Purple Rain tour and I begged her to take me. She said I was too young. I held that grudge until I finally saw him 20 years later. I’ve never been so excited for a concert in my life.

That time I created the Internet’s first Robert Downey Jr website (really)

Robert Downey Jr just got pardoned. On Christmas Eve of all days. This story strikes a special, albeit somewhat bizarre, chord with me. I originally posted this on Facebook when the news broke as I was suddenly in the mood to share this tale as I don’t really bring it up much anymore…

Once upon a time when I was in high school, I saw an actor I had always liked who was now struggling and getting nothing but negative publicity. He effed up every other week it seemed. He was a mess. The Internet back then was very small. Dial-up modems were a thing. YouTube, Facebook and Twitter didn’t exist. When doing a search on this guy, there were no bios, interviews or fun backstories to be found. Just article after article about his current troubles and oh what a terrible person he was.

I forgot how much I missed Lush

About 10 years ago I discovered Lush¬†Cosmetics. A lot of people surprisingly still don’t know what Lush is. As packed as a Lush store can be, most people I know have never been in one.

It’s soap. And face stuff. And hair stuff. It’s natural. It’s funky. The marketing is minimal and yet a stroke of genius. And once you’re hooked, it is oh-so-addictive.

7 Times Michael C. Hall Sang and Killed It

Michael C. Hall is a pretty talented dude. From the nervous, rigid and quite sensitive funeral director, David, on Six Feet Under, to the calculating, emotionally-detached and socially awkward lab geek by day, serial killer by night, Dexter Morgan, on Dexter, Hall’s range on the small screen and seamless ability to disappear into a completely different role is remarkable.

However, if you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing him in action on stage, you haven’t seen him in his true element.