When the lengthy sermons are too much, we turn to our by-now-classic series of rapid-fire diatribules for relief. (Revisit the most recent i...

This is living the life . Just relaxing in the cocktail glass, a giant lemon wedge for company. Take it easy , you know? Just conform your c...

Is that enough? We could go on, all the way back to 1998. But surely this majestic sweep, this nine-year span of our tuxedoed fish impresari...

One of the satisfying dismaying things about administering this archive is that so many of the bizarre things we see are old hat. A chicken...

A charming glimpse at a more innocent world. A world no less insane than the one we know as the present, but a more innocent kind of insane....

For sheer pageantry, nothing beats a seafood festival! Let's face it: barbecue festivals can be tawdry affairs. Lewd, ...

Last time , we discussed suicide food in low places—the bins of the nation's dollar stores. From there, we travel now to the catalogs of...

We here at the Center for the Analysis of Suicide Food have been stricken with the fever that is sweeping the region. So it is possible that...