An Evening of Dinner and Tournament

There were no utensils in medieval times. Hence, there are no utensils at Medieval Times. Would you like a refill on that Pepsi?

Now, at this point, you can do one of two things: you can either (a) IMDB more Cable Guy quotes and, later, seriously question your current lifeplan, or (b) pop in at Fiction at Work and read your boy's "Sir," a Short Short concerning the feudal system and a certain unnamed doughnut retailer. Thanks to Toby and company at FAW for making the magic.

Positively Radiant

Consider this your Turkey Day appetizer. Sweet 'n savory. Could an Evening Shade reunion be in the works?

Ripe sentences await your pickin' over at Disingenuous Twaddle- check out "Sexy Girls of the Hollywood," an ode to Chicago's premier, awkwardly-titled purveyor of fancy-dance accessories. Thanks to the DL crew for the transatlantic love.

The Time is Nigh for the Return of Ned's Atomic Dustbin

You may also notice a sharp spike in Cathy Dennis-related activity in your area. The '90s are now retro. This means that you, by extension, are very old. Sigh.

Take a trip down memory lane at Xenith, where your dude's "Listening to Glory" just posted. Starter Jackets and Grand Puba singles abound. A real period piece for those of us who aren't ashamed to own up to a meticulously-assembled Skidz collection.

Doppelgangers

We all have one. Mine's a late-'80s/early-'90s East German badminton ace. You could do worse. Much worse.

Speaking of racket sports, the fine folks at Annalemma just posted "Sarge," a tale of PTSD played out on YMCA parquet. Many, many thanks to Chris Heavener and company for the add- been on the Wish List for some time. Hearty propers should also be extended to Becca Stadtlander, whose terrific art accompanies the piece. All-around love fest.

Every Time a Baby's Born, So's a Grandma

Deal with it.

New, pipin'-hot prose over at Dark Sky, an oldie-but-goodie called "Mamaw." Goes down smooth, just like Nanna's bathtub jungle juice. Make it happen.

Stalagmites v. Stalactites

Both will undoubtedly fuck you up, but I gotta give it to stalagmites- liable to trip over those pointy shits. May also give you diarrhea in Carlsbad Caverns.

Got an acute case of Cave Fever this summer? Stop by Acreage and peruse "Dark Fuckin' Cave," a foray into the equally-risky worlds of spelunking and petty retail theft. Get all over Twoacre, pronto.

What I Saw'll Make Your Ass Start Gigglin'

A timely vid, given Bushwick Bill's possible deportation. He had the hottest verse on the hottest cut of the '90s, people. IMMIGRATION REFORM NOW.

Your dude's been playing Mind Games, 6S-style: check out "Mind Games," one of hundreds of flash pieces by the same name, in the latest Six Sentences collection (also entitled Mind Games). Your brain will never be the same.