Mad About You
Shut the door. Have a seat. Also: What the hell just happened? It seems like only yesterday we were tuning in to see Don and Megan leisurely exploring the beaches of Hawaii, calm and carefree in direct contrast to the lifestyle that awaited them back in Manhattan. And yet, here we are in the wake of the Season Six finale, our favorite characters thirteen episodes older but seemingly none the wiser. Don? Still a self-sabotaging...
Breaking Breakdown: Seven Jacket Snakes, None In Trousers
We here at Rookerville are astute observers of the news. But while most periodicals, radio shows, and TV programs focus on the gloom and doom of the national and local headlines, we tend to get more of a kick out of the overlooked oddities found buried several pages deep. Enter our new series, “Breaking Breakdown”, a closer look at the everyday silliness of not-so-breaking news that makes us shake our heads. This article comes to us...
National Treasures
“I just write about whatever places I want.” This is what my friend – at the time, a writer and editor for a well-known travel guide company – told me when I asked how she decided what goes into the “best of”-type human interest articles we see in relation to restaurants, vacations, activities, etc. For some reason I always assumed there was some sort of science or algorithm to selecting the subjects in these...
The Rookery Does Father’s Day
We here at Rookerville wanted to pay tribute to our many fathers. Below are a few of our thoughts on our fathers and father’s day. Happy Father’s; from Rookerville. Russ Stevens: If you know me, chances are, you have heard me say that I am my father’s son. Each year that progresses, I find myself saying things I imagine he would, or behaving in a fashion I imagine he would. This is not a bad thing, but it’s...
Anatomy of a Flashmob
By Andrew Rose and Jennifer O’Connell A joint breakdown of a flashmob by two of Rookerville’s finest, Andrew Rose and Jennifer O’Connell. You’ll find Andrew’s responses in Black and Jennifer’s in Blue. Enjoy. The first time I ever stepped foot in San Francisco, my weeklong vacation just so happened to overlap with Halloween, which, that year, just so happened to fall on a Saturday. I was out west...
Ditching The Reunion
I was not cool in high school. Actually, let me phrase that: I was the antithesis of cool in high school. As a band geek and academic all-star with a penchant for putting my foot in my mouth, it really isn’t all that surprising that as my senior year was drawing to a close, the number of people who considered me a friend was hovering around single digits. After we graduated (and I was subsequently dumped by my girlfriend four days...