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Bar-chetypes!

A Sociological Overview of Barflys, Lotharios, the Unemployed, and Other Fine Folks Who Frequent Our Favorite Place in the World–the Bar

A ponderous question: Why are “bars” so unlike other business establishments? And why are the people you see in “bars” so very frightening and unlike anyone you’ve seen anywhere else (save the Greyhound bus station)? In order to rub salve on these concerns, the Mercury has set out to document and classify several bar archetypes–or […]

Posted inMovies & TV

Dipping the Wick

Cynthia Plaster Caster and the Art of Genitalia

Plaster Caster dir. Villines August 10 & 11 Guild Theater There are few stories in the annals of rock history as mysterious as the legend of Cynthia Plaster Caster. Immortalized in the song “Plaster Caster,” by KISS, Cynthia is regarded for her extensive collection of–to put it crudely–molds of rock star cocks. Since the late […]

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I Love Television

The Second Mrs. Wm. Steven Humphrey

You know, I’m constantly deluged with mail requesting intimate details about Wm.™ Steven Hump-me: what I have for breakfast, where I buy my snappy threads, the length of any pertinent bits of genitalia. However! Many are also interested in learning more about “the second Mrs. Wm.™ Steven Humphrey.” Longtime readers have undoubtedly noted passing mentions […]

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I Love Television

Now I Am Seven<

Editor’s note: Upon realizing that I Love Television™ is celebrating its seventh anniversary, Wm.™ Steven Humphrey chose to get stinking drunk and not write a column this week (not that this has ever stopped him before). Regardless, you may still enjoy this column from the I Love Television™ archives, which has been substantially altered to […]

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LET’S BLOW SOME SHIT UP

An Explosive Guide to the Latest in Firework Technology

When our forefathers gave their lives on the battlefields of glory to rid our new country of the stinking British, they didn’t do it just so you could sit on your ass every Fourth of July eating barbecued ribs and swilling Pabst Blue Ribbon. They wanted you to viscerally remember the price they paid for […]

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