In high school, a few friends and I played a game during study hall. We called it Flips. The game combined handball, hacky sack, and horse. We used a paper ball wrapped in tape and hit it between each other with our hands. If a player faults, they earn a letter. Once a player spells “Flips,” they are out of the game. A fault occurs if a player hits the ceiling with the ball, hits the ball out of bounds, hits a malicious ball, or is unable to return the ball. The last two players in the game go one on one in a “championship”. Whoever survives wins and a tally is added to their score. We easily surpassed 300 games throughout the year.

Senior year, I took a film course. Flips was a year-long production and my submission for the class’s film festival. We filmed all year just so we would be able to play. A number of the people involved were simply given a job to get out of study hall. After the film festival, the hall monitors were onto us and reported us to the principal. Through some smooth talking, we were given permission to play and even got to play in the principal’s office! I can easily say Flips made me wake up in the morning and want to go to school.

Here, in its entirety, is the Flips documentary:

Is anyone else deeply disturbed about the new Miracle Whip commercial that’s currently airing? There’s a huge disconnect between the brand and the rebel style of advert. Because I was a bit surprised to see a commercial about Miracle Whip in the first place, I decided to see what they used to be like. Below is one from 1991—I just get it. It’s an alternative to mayo and everyone likes it.

Now, take a look at the one airing now. It’s just a shame what’s happened. Why do I immediately feel like I’m watching this Ketel One vodka commercial? I miss the tangy zip of Miracle Whip.

This little bad ass is a young Destroy Today. The photo was taken in the National Building Museum, where my dad and I attended one of his flying contests. He builds rubber-band-powered airplanes out of balsa wood and flies them throughout the east coast. I was there because I built one of my own—a Baby Jodel. It flew miserably, but I had the time of my life watching all the pros fly their creations. Here’s a video of one of the launches—at 3:45 you get to see the only time my plane actually flew that day:

By the way, here’s a photo of Destroy Yesterday (dad) circa 1997—it’s just too good not to include: