Maybe it's a generational tendency. Or a natural human emotion. Maybe it just means I'm getting older. Whatever the reason, and there may not be one, I often find myself reminiscing about the good old days of being a sports fan. My brothers and buddies and I have made it a sport unto itself. "Remember Kelly Tripuka? Loved that guy."

The practice isn't uncommon and certainly not limited to something as trivial as a grown men putting a leather ball into an iron hoop. (That's a Hoosiers reference, kids. You should re-watch Hoosiers.) My father speaks as fondly about cheeseburgers at Bunk's Drive In as a teenager in Bellingham Washington and Jack Kennedy as much as he waxes poetic about Muhammad Ali and Johnny Unitas.

The bear trap of the glory days continues to ensnare me, and she won't pry loose. I miss when sports were better. When they were magical.

My good friend and talented author Phil Rossi has released a new audio novella titled Eden. Here's a description:

The tree is beautiful and they call her Eden. Her branches reach for the stars. She is like all other trees on planet Earth save for her enormous size. Still, she has leaves and she has bark. She turns sunlight into life. But this tree does not sprout from the dirt. Eden fills the sky, high in orbit above the blue expanse of Uranus. There she changes humanity's very concept of extraterrestrial life. Dr. Malcolm Green is sent to Eden to audit a science team studying this extraordinary tree from the dark confines of space station Lola. But with unexplainable accidents plaguing the team, tensions are mounting between scientists and custodial staff. Is there a future for this project and Lola? Only Malcolm Green can make that call. From the second he sets foot on Lola, Malcolm's own future becomes at stake. He soon finds that love, friendship, and his own mortality tremble like a leaf at the sound of Eden's call.

You can listen to the first chapter here.

AFSCME is the union that's busting balls for you, doing all the shit you don't want to do. They don't take shit from nobody. Show some fucking appreciation okay pal.

Enjoy this alternate NSFW script from a very old commercial.

You know what to do! Image via Buzzfeed.

Much like our Women in the Workplace article a few months back, this 1955 article from Housekeeping Monthly reveals just how much has changed in the household over the past few decades. Some of my personal favorites:

• "Be a little gay"
• "Show your sincerity in your desire to please him"
• "A good wife always knows her place"

(I've written out the article after the jump)

When you think of stained glass, your mind may wonder to a house of worship or fancy museum.

When you see the stained glass this suburban Mom creates, your mind probably wonders somewhere else.

These past 2 weeks, we've been showing some serious love for the tyrade that Christian Bale unleashed on the set of the upcoming Terminator movie here, here and here (and I'm sure I missed others). Now it's time for the ever stoic James Lipton to get in on the act.

This morning I created an abomination; it was a nexus of lust, greed and gluttony weaved from the purest desires of man. When I came to, I was covered in fat, grease and the slimy manna of sin. Perhaps I have doomed all of humanity by unleashing this upon the world; if the world explodes tomorrow you'll know that it's all my fault.

Vermont blogger and math teacher Wing answered a challenge of whether bacon could be knitted. Armed with a pound of bacon, two sets of chopsticks, and a camera, he did just that.

I feel like I did science today. Awesome science.

(via the Presurfer)