Eating Count Chocula after Halloween is the equivalent of wearing white after Labor Day.
Kids have better toys than when I was growing up
I'm so jealous of kids nowadays. They have the internet, MP3s, YouTube and apparently more money than I did when I was growing up. Walking down the toy aisle at Target always fuels my envy. With Paul and I being trapped in the bodies of adults, we always spend lot of time looking at toys... Continue Reading →
Font-explosion at the Hillcrest Farmer’s Market
In my day job, I am surrounded by fonts. There are the fonts we use at work: a sans serif (Helvetica) and a serif font (Times New Roman). Pretty boring, but it does the job for what I do which is present information.Then there are the fonts I use in ads. It runs the gamut... Continue Reading →
That’s why they make Faygo
Faygo and me -- we go way back. And by "way back" I mean Michigan in the 1970s. Paul here, doing a guest spot. I grew up in central Michigan, a podunk little bedroom community named Haslett. Some things left indelible impressions on me, including Domino's Pizza (it was actually really good in the years... Continue Reading →
A strange conversation at Comic-Con (and it’s food related)
The past few days, I actually had a few food-related conversations among talk of pop culture and, egads, comics. Possibly the strangest and most surreal was with David Arquette, you know... Courtney Cox's (of Friends) husband. Why I was in line to meet him and Paul Reubens, I really don't know. It seemed to be... Continue Reading →
My Burning Kitchen... on the road 