Glenn Vance – On Your Left

On Politics and Bicycling and many other silly things

  • A Post About How ‘Lost’ Does This Stupid Repetitive Dialogue Cliche

    I love ‘Lost’. This cur­rent sea­son is so great I would marry it if I wasn’t already married. But I’ve noticed that ‘Lost’, which is prob­a­bly one of the best shows cur­rently on tele­vi­sion, keeps doing this stu­pid stu­pid dia­logue con­ven­tion over and over and over until you could make a drink­ing game out of…

  • My Youngest is Obsessed With Mailboxes

    When Pey­ton and I go out for walks around the neigh­bor­hood (which has become more and more fre­quent since I’ve started work­ing from home) he notices lots of things. He likes to talk to Twister, the horse that lives across the street, and he likes to yell, “RUN!” and then run, and he likes to…

  • Why I Would be a Super Villain

    I love Bat­man. Always have. Always will. I sucked it up and watched all but one of the 80’s/90’s Bat­man movies Bat­man & Robin. (Why any­one would look at that and think it was good is just crazy) and used to col­lect the comic books off and on, watched the crummy 60’s TV show in…

  • The Man With the Yellow Hat is a Very Peculiar Man

    My old­est son loves him some Curi­ous George. The books, the show (on PBS) and even the toys, but he wouldn’t buy one of those toys because it’s not a super­hero or a Planet Hero, but if those didn’t exist he prob­a­bly would buy some Curi­ous George toys. He and I read Curi­ous George books…

  • The Underlying Sadness of “Harold and the Purple Crayon”

    My old­est boy and I have been read­ing the 50th anniver­sary edi­tion of “Harold and the Pur­ple Crayon” by Crock­ett John­son for a cou­ple of nights now. It’s a nice hard­back col­lec­tion of four of the Harold sto­ries and Noah has been com­pletely enthralled by it. He’ll talk about Harold falling off of a moun­tain…

  • An Open Letter to Colonel Saul Tigh

    Dear Colonel Tigh,Saul, we’ve known each other a long time at this point, you and I. I’ve been watch­ing you intently for three and a half years as you’ve wres­tled with the Ambrosia-drinkin’ and put-a-gun-to-your-head demons in your mind and you’ve failed more often than I know you’ve wanted to, but I’ll come right out…