Slim Tinsel remembers around day six of Rantmas as we trembled, locked in our tiny garrett, down to our last few sheets of vellum while subsisting on a meager diet of absinthe and Haribo gummy bears. Slim won’t lie: we … Continued
What happened to You? Slim Tinsel hears the whispers. Perhaps this will help illuminate our dark recesses: When Slim was wee, we would load up the car and head to our grandparents in Logan, Kansas, population 700, give or take … Continued
Slim Tinsel wishes to discuss the endless holiday treasures found online at The Bradford Exchange, but first we have to address the baby monkey in the room. To wit, the Bradford Exchange contains a disturbing number of baby monkeys. Those … Continued
Adored by some, acclaimed by even less, eight years ago The Rant heroically completed The Twelve Days of Rantmas at great risk to our personal well-being and national eggnog supplies. Full disclosure: we abandoned the nog around day eight for … Continued
“Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you’re the Charlie Browniest.”—A Charlie Brown Christmas The Rant understands. You’re out there trying to maintain that holiday cheer while haunted by the never-ending doubt that you missed an online coupon that … Continued
The Rant has often proclaimed our appreciation for music all along the edges, from indie rock to Americana to D’Angelo’s abs, we mean his neo soul brown sugar. The Rant can hang with almost any hipster music crowd. But when … Continued