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The Banana-Pants Defect

The Banana-Pants Defect

I’ve spent thirty years behind a console filtering the signal from the noise. Usually, if it’s shiny, loud, and followed by millions of screaming teenagers, I can safely ignore it. I knew the name One Direction the way you know the name of a distant tropical...
Neistat’s Ghost

Neistat’s Ghost

If you’ve spent any time on the internet in the last decade, you’ve felt the ripples of the Neistat effect. You’ve seen the rapid-fire editing, the hand-drawn title cards, and the cinematic drone shots of NYC. Yet, somehow, some people still don’t know who Casey...
I Jinxed It

I Jinxed It

If you are currently looking at the “shit pile” of snow outside your window in Eau Claire and wondering who to blame for this late-season disaster, look no further. It’s me. I’m the problem. A few days ago, when the temperature climbed and the pavement...
The Muscle Memory of a Rap God

The Muscle Memory of a Rap God

I spent the morning in the trenches, wrestling with the backend of the new Rolling with Scissors store. I mentioned yesterday that I was spinning this up, and the gears are officially turning. Barring any catastrophic server meltdowns, we should be live and ready for...