Brendan McGinley

One last time, we charge into The O’Reilly Factor for Kids, Bill O’Reilly’s ill-advised prod at telling the teen youths how to live their lives even though both of his children were infant toddlers, probably with gigantic Irish skulls.

I don’t own a car, but I do live in a dark, cold apartment paying ConEd $80 a month for $0.80 cents of electricity usage, so don’t think I couldn’t lean hard into this roundup of cool tools for whether you’re weathering a blackout or stuck on the side of…

Every cocktail gets its turn, I suppose, but it’s time to bring back the rusty nail.

A two-parter went up at 1-900-HOTDOG, when my buddy Dennard Dayle asked me to join him in mocking vintage Camel cigarette ads, and Camels II: The Commercial Cwest for Cancer.

Oh, this was a fun one.

Still doing my AlphaSmart 3000 rehabs and upgrades, and still finding pieces of people’s lives and childhoods they probably don’t even remember themselves.

It’s amazing how much of my Hot Dog output is ninth-gen bootleg VHS tapes I bought in the ’90s & ’00s, waiting for this website to be born.

A couple articles have gone up at DotDash Meredith’s Allrecipes, debuting in May with “Blue Bell Just Brought Back 2 of Its Most-Requested Flavors” and gliding into June’s “You Can Get Free Pepsi All Summer Long.”

Fitting that the last drop I drank for my tenure at Tasting Table (at least for the time being) is The Last Drop 2025.

Midleton Very Rare just put out its most distinguished, dareisay venerable whiskey ever, the Silent Distillery Chapter Six.