Monday, February 23, 2004

“I feel like we’ve had an English class together,” he offered.

“I feel like I dropped that English class,” I said.

So began my strange introduction to the Proprietor of this establishment, whom I had the good fortune of meeting at this week’s Game Night. It turns out we actually had two English classes together, the latter of which I dropped like an obese dance partner at a swing festival, but that’s beside the point.

What’s important is that the website demands a visit or two. Or ten. You see, gentle reader, the Proprietor’s weblog–“The Dish,” for those of you who remember–still stands as my favorite journal of all time, and NewtCase is the author’s latest creation. While I didn’t know 99% of the people mentioned in “The Dish,” I returned time and time again for the sharp-as-cheddar writing.

The website shamelessly bills itself as “a razzle-dazzle spectacle of the first order, one that explodes like a firecracker in the mind’s eye and makes you get down on your hands and knees and thank God that one day all those years ago you sat down with your Hooked on Phonics and learned how to read.” You be the judge. Read and eat.