Greetings, fellow sinners of McQuaid Jesuit! I’m Gabe Knapp, resident biblical beastmaster and heresiarch, and I’ve come bearing horrible truths and unimaginable fears. This is the first (vocation willing) in my series of biblical "survival guides," starting with Seraphs.  As students of McQuaid Jesuit, we find ourselves close to religion on the daily, particularly Catholicism and other denominations...

EXT. BOARDWALK TAVERN, MORNING Three goblins sit at an outdoor table at a tavern, drinking foamy mead out of wooden steins. In the distance, two figures are walking on the beach towards a large brown blob. The goblins shake their heads in disapproval. GOBLIN 1 There goes Rulton. Gonna get himself killed in that stupid thing. GOBLIN 2 What a mess. Held together by cheap enchantments and nymph sap. GOBLIN...

(or, and over Mr. [and the] Morales' most strenuous objections, "The Path of Yeast Persistence") If necessity is the mother of invention, then boredom must at least be the babysitter. Think of what an uncomplicated house Wallace and Gromit would live in if their inventions were driven solely by necessity. Certainly nobody would have invented game shows without boredom, that most monotonous muse,...

If you've so much as breathed near a copy of the New York Times in the last five years, congratulations—you're currently the proud ignorer of approximately 1.6 million emails from NYT Cooking, and that's assuming they've only made their insidious way into one of your email addresses. If, like me, you make it a point to keep a few around, you can't so much as think about food without Sam Sifton...