At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth I see the trick on’t: here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, JM Bell. JC Carter,...
And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; and said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide...
We don’t make a lot of excuses around here for the general atmosphere of smug superiority and intellectual superiority. I mean, why the hell should we? We’re kinda epic, and I refuse to feel bad about it. You see, the problem with being better than...
I’ve got that problem again where I don’t know what the hell to write here … some more. JM Bell, Forrest, and Ultimate Bob welcome Adam Andrews of the Salt City Showdown Podcast to the Defen Media Studio to talk about stuff and eat cookies and...
No poem this week. It’s late when I’m writing this and, frankly, I don’t think you people much care for poetry. Regardless – JM Bell, JC Carter, Ultimate Bob, and Forrest Shaw gathered together again to remind you that, no matter how much you...