Lollipop Magazine

Mediacrity! – Column

June 1, 1995

The Golf Channel isn’t punishment enough for our technological sins? What’s next? The All-Tony Danza Network? The Pollen Count Channel? Renal Failure TV?

Idle Chatter – Column

June 1, 1995

An open audition for people to whoop, whistle, snort and pant for the laugh tracks of upcoming sitcoms, none of which have been produced or even conceived yet.

The Culture Bunker – Goes To New York Part III: The Inciting Contusion – Fiction

June 1, 1995

I could tell we were getting nearer Fox’s fortress by the growing sound of jungle drum machines in the distance. That and the heads strewn around the corridor.

Cine-Trash – Raising Cain – Column

June 1, 1995

Fresh from the professional Pompeii that was The Bonfire of the Vanities, DePalma decided to step back and play another round in the arena of his greatest work.

Yeah – Fiction

May 1, 1995

Yeah, she said, the only reason you moved from a notebook is that you prefer the sound the typewriter makes when you throw it against the wall.

The Culture Bunker – Goes To New York – Part Two: The Second Part- Fiction

May 1, 1995

There are few things quite as electric as the last few moments before a live broadcast, although urinating on a malfunctioning power generator comes close.

Idle Chatter – Column

May 1, 1995

Dennis Miller Live is continuing proof of the existence of smart topical comedy, even though I’m not willing to pay $15 a month to get it unscrambled.

Cine-Trash – Beyond the Valley of the Dolls – Column

May 1, 1995

Mr. Meyer has retired himself from the world of film, which is a shame, because his mammary-mad movies are about as hyperbolically hilarious as they, uh, come.

Mediacrity! – Column

May 1, 1995

Any truly smart shut-in could tell you that talk shows are a source of serious, responsible journalism that makes the Ted Koppels look like fluff-mongers.

Skate or Die Hardcore Extravaganza – at Wareham Sports Arena – Review

May 1, 1995

Where’s the suburban hardcore fury of old? I’ve seen more vicious mashing at a Morrissey concert, for fuck’s sake!