Wendell Weeks

“What floor, sir?”
I’ve been to New York City a number of times in the last few years.  Having moved to DC, Manhattan was suddenly irresistibly close (and DC is, well, not New York), so I’ve hopped on the train two or three times a year and treated myself to hotels using Hotwire.  I’ve stayed at [...]

So I’m a little bit tipsy after some end of the workweek drinks with the boys, and as my wife’s out of town, I decide to stop by the Blockbuster on my way home and pick up a couple of movies she likely would not be interested in seeing (yes, that’s how crazy I get [...]

I reveal plot points in this review, so if you’re going to go see it, you’ve been warned. But really, the warning you should heed is to skip the film altogether.
As I biked across DC to catch a late afternoon showing of the film at the historic Uptown Theater, I had, in the back of [...]

“You must enter your real birthday to register.”
The online form is refusing to process my registration and has given me a gentle rap on the knuckles. In the birthday field I’d entered the oldest available date — January 1, 1910 (If it’s not a financial institute or a government website, I don’t like entering [...]

I’m a bit of a slave to expiration dates. With a terrible sense of smell and taste, I can’t rely on normal, human warning systems to tell me whether something is edible or not. I remember once, I sprinkled on my pasta some grated parmesan that had gone off, suffering some mild digestive [...]