I've decided to go vegan. Stop. It's okay. Come back. This isn't going to be a soapbox rant, I promise. I've asked my good friend, Plato, Greek philosopher and fellow vegetarian, to write a guest-blog on the topic. He agreed eagerly. Here is his post.

A riddle for you: A college friend used to stuff the pockets of her overalls with fried chicken in case she got hungry while playing outside. Can you guess her skin color? (Hint... It'll be easier than guessing how to she spells her name.)

The age of decisions completely based on self want are out the window. This is the dawn of Strength in Numbers, No 'I' in Team, and Everybody Find Your Safety Buddy. My home recording studio/office is already empty and ready to be converted into a nursery. In true Dad fashion, I got overly excited and sold everything 7 months before I had to. Now I sit on the floor because I don't have a desk or a chair. But pride outweighs self sacrifice. At least until I find a new desk and chair.

When I say Sean Connery What do you think of? James Bond. Sex. That accent that sounds like he’s talking through a mouthful of marshmallow fluff. What probably does not come to mind is this… That’s right. Sean Connery is just an actor… Actor noun An attention-crazed individual who will wear anything and say anything you want them to...

My mom’s pretty awesome. I’m sure most of you reading this think you can say the same but I’m afraid I’ve got you beat. I won’t reveal her true identity (not that she needs to be protected) but my mom…. is a superhero. If/when they make a movie about superheroes that matter, my mom will play Mutha Earth. She’ll shoot love...

Tourists from all over the world (but mainly from their parents’ basements in Suburbia, USA) who used to flock to Never-Netherlands for the novelty of smoking weed in public are facing a major buzzkill as the Duh-tch pass a law that only legal residents may buy pot from the abundant coffee shops. That’s like saying the Red Light District will only be on...