Author Archives: Kip

Well, here we are, boys. Everybody gets the game now. NFL Network coughed it up to all three major networks, I believe. Of course, to match the ’72 Dolphins, really, we have to go on and win the Superbowl, and … Continue reading →

Shout out to K-Rhyme, whom I just had lunch with today. Many important issues were discussed, including the nature of consciousness and the general state of pants. And I got to meet the elusive L., K-Rhyme’s girlfriend. A pleasure all-around.

I just took this picture about five minutes ago. I love my dad. My dad rules. My dad can beat up your dad. Click on it for a much larger version.

Did you know that there actually are lyrics to the original Star Trek theme song? You know, the one with Kirk, McCoy, et al. It’s true, it’s not an urban legend; snopes.com backs it up. Here, for your benefit, are … Continue reading →

*sigh*. Google has dropped my page ranking for “Kip Lang” again, so I’m just going to have to say Kip Lang a few times until Google spiders go out and crawl over this article and realize that Kip Lang was … Continue reading →

Argh. I’ve now spent like seven hours on Facebook. It’s too addicting. I have to get away from it. Who are these people who have over 100 friends on these social networking sites? I can’t even think of 100 random … Continue reading →

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to add to my sidebar links the homepage of one Mr. Kevin Shay, author of The End as I Know It: A Novel of Millenial Anxiety. Kevin and I go wayyyy, way, wayyyyy back … Continue reading →

Does anybody else get these? The aforementioned “post-Christmas blahs”? You gotta know what I mean. All the effort and everything that leads up to Christmas, then everybody opens their presents, and you eat your ham, or maybe you open your … Continue reading →

Yes, indeed. Merry Fucking Christmas, okay? Really. And a happy motherfucking New Year. Regards,Weird Uncle Kip

Here ya go. Here’s a picture of me unshaven and unwashed. I’m well on my way to dirty old man, don’t you think? Here you go (click for a larger version): Ugly son of a bitch, ain’t I? 😉