I Want to be a Mad Zoku

I Want to be a Mad Zoku

I want to be a madogiwa-zoku. Don’t worry, I don’t know how to pronounce it either. For the purposes of today’s story, we’re going to just call it the Mad Zoku. But trust me, this is my new destiny. It turns out, 49% of Japanese companies have a Mad Zoku. What’s a Mad...
An Alien In My Kitchen

An Alien In My Kitchen

There’s an alien in my kitchen. He’s perched on an upper shelf, looking down on me through a little glass door. He’s green and has the same expression all the time. Last night he watched me eat a cookie, right before I went to bed. He didn’t tell my wife, so I think...
How to Tune a Spoon

How to Tune a Spoon

My mother-in-law let a nugget slip at brunch this past weekend that was too amazing to pass up. She hired a spoon player. “You hired a what?” my sister-in-law asked. “A spoon player,” my mother-in-law confirmed. “You know, those guys that play the spoons.” Now my wife...
Severed Heads and Cheetos Bags

Severed Heads and Cheetos Bags

Tomorrow, men in overalls will come take all my worldly possessions and move them to an undisclosed bunker in northern… No wait, that’s my doomsday blog post. Today isn’t doomsday. (Unless you’re a moody teenager and then every day is doomsday, particularly junior...
Greek Food and Toe Knuckles

Greek Food and Toe Knuckles

I’m a member of a Facebook group called Indy Local Foodies. Now before we get started, let’s get this out of the way. I’m not a foodie. I’ve never been described as a foodie, nor do I use that word in conversations on a regular basis. I joined because it’s a great...