For the uninitiated, the premise of this dazzling 2019 short film is deceptively simple: a bunch of kittens dressed in Christmas sweaters and scintillating cocktail outfits are making quite merry at a gathering in an affluent, modernly-decorated loft.
As many of us have already started mentally circling the wagons, waiting to attack Thursday’s Thanksgiving plate with a ferocity borne only from our own gluttony, the game of asking people about their favorite Thanksgiving dish has begun.
One of the most loathsome forms of the human species—in my estimation, at least—is the craven Keyboard Warrior, and any person who has ever surfed around on social media or perused a comments section knows exactly who I am talking about.
So imagine my surprise when I actually did publish a book of stories in 2002, albeit with a small press, and realized there were more people in the bathroom stalls at the bookstores than there were sitting in the audience to hear me read from my book.
I’ve never been in the habit of endorsing specific candidates, nor am I deluded into believing that my endorsement is going to carry any clout. However, as a resident of Ward 6 in Manchester, I strongly believe there is only one right choice for the Alderman position on Tuesday, Nov. 4.
My wife and I went out for drinks with some friends at Chelbys last Saturday night. As our tab grew in girth, Liz looked at me across the table and grinned. “Are we going to have band practice when we get home?” she asked.
It is also an irrefutable fact that the serial killer Ed Gein was one of the worst human beings to ever inhabit this planet, which makes him juicy content for “American Horror Story” creator, writer and producer Ryan Murphy’s series “Monster,” which has featured fictionalized tales of some of the most demented and depraved killers in the annals of American crime.
Did I mention Chelbys is closed for renovations?
On Sunday, when it was finalized that the Red Sox would be playing the New York Yankees in a three-game AL Wild Card series this week, I put on my game face, and the game face will remain plastered to my mug until Thursday, at the latest.
Personally, I’ve never been a big fan of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, but that is “for me to poop on,” not the government to dictate.