A quivering of mint over the cask-wood wine-depth of brandy

“I’m certain that most of you have never even heard of the stinger, and you should not feel ashamed. An obscure after-dinner drink, eighty years past the prime of its popularity, it is enjoyed now, when enjoyed at all, not really as a digestive but almost as a kind of liquor dessert. As such, the …

I’ll take “Masters of the Underworld” for a thousand, Alex

“The quizmaster is describing various monsterish toys sold at Toys’R’Us and the teams are asked to identify them. The real monsters are having a difficult time. They are good with faces, but bad with names. They seem to “know” all of the monsters but cannot correctly identify them, so perhaps one member of the team …

My photocopying technique is unstoppable

“Then the world blossomed into a rainbow of possibility: I was approached by someone who said he enjoyed reading My New Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable. This flummoxed me because I had not given him a copy for Christmas as I did not know him. Was he perhaps on the review committee for the grant? No. …

Trials of the slush pile

More on rejection… Teresa Nielsen Hayden of Making Light discusses what it’s like to be responsible for reviewing unsolicited manuscripts. I agree with her: It’s not as easy as writers seem to think. She talks specifically about the comments at RejectionCollection.com, where writers send and react to the rejections they’ve received. (Thanks to Inner Bitch …

Rockwellesque tableaus of multi-generational TV-watching

Jonah Goldberg was so shell-shocked by the incident that he suffered a kind of post-traumatic stress disorder that left him completely unable to generate timely pop-culture references. “Think of the more outrageous art controversies of the recent past,” he stammered, trying to think of something, anything, that fit that bill, while stumbling around the smoking …

We who are about to drink salute you

A fine collection of ads this week at AdAge.com’s advertising roundup. The Beyonce/Britney/Pink ad for Pepsi is unfun–no loss that it’s intended for the European market only. (And how uncomfortable must those metal bikinis have been in the sweltering, dusty Roman air? No wonder the girls were scowling the whole time.) More amusing are the …