(Aside from the fact that I only, like, 89% understand it. And I don't have a cellphone-y/handheld communication device on which to post things when not at my computer.)
Okay, Castle's on. One more show, a few hours reading, then bed.
I just got a good idea for a webcomic. I’m going to work on it as soon as Castle starts. Multi-tasking helps me feel like TV's not a waste of lifespan.
I also love Lacey. And Cheryl. And Edyta.
I love Julianne Hough. But IMDb says she’s only 21. I’m 32. Am I ALLOWED to have a crush on her? Or am I gross?
Who is publishing Alex Toth Goes Hollywood? I can't find anything about it online, other than that it comes out this week. Is there a publisher? Did it spontaneously generate?
I love hearing the name Edyta Sliwinska pronounced out loud. It's too bad for her that Lawrence Taylor sucks ass at dancing.
I believe in freedom of speech, "flag desecration" and all, but I do NOT believe in Chelsie Hightower's shirt.
Dancing With The *s in a mater of minutes!!!
This made me laugh out loud: (that link-y thing)
OMG, there’re no comics I want to read coming out this week! I count just four. You’re ruining my Wednesday afternoon, comics!
The message of Milo The Bunny: Big, huge, deformed, goonish looking people are still of value, on account of being big.
Llama Llama Misses Mama is the best of the Llama Llama books. I almost cried in the middle though. I have some kinda cries-reading-children’s-books disorder I think.
Eleanor Davis’ Eisner-nominated Stinky isn’t half-bad. Review...tomorrow...?
Nice, not only did I get a freelance check I also got my tax return! That's tens and tens of dollars! I’m going to buy so many groceries tomorrow!
Some financial advice: Buying Chinese take-out with your credit card is probably a pretty dumb idea. Delicious, but dumb.
Hurry up freelance checks, I need groceries!
Can one make a dinner out of fake meat crumbles, rice and onions with no sauce, gravy or broth?
The third-to-last sentence in Tucker’s Daredevil: Noir review made me laugh out loud: (link-y thing). Good job Tucker.
What is up with The Beat today? And there’s no Journalista. You let me down today, comics blogosphere.
Ha ha Mel Gibson's getting a divorce! It's funny because he's Catholic.
Having two mindless tasks to alternate between at work makes both seem less mindless.
Portishead and New Order round out the set that plays on way to work. CD 101 is a good station.
I like 311—or at least the songs they play on the radio—but I don’t know why exactly. I can’t point to anything in particular that I like about those songs.
I hate Coldplay, but I don’t know why exactly. I can’t point to a deficiency, beyond just not liking ‘em.
I miss my hair most when it rains; hair absorbs the rain water and keeps it out of your eyes.
Woo-hoo! I have enough quarters in my change jar to buy a bagel, like fancy, rich people eat.
Out of cereal! And bread! Breakfast options: Baby carrots or leftover spinach and potato soup…?
What’s up with centaurs? If “taur” has something to do with bull—taurus, minotaur—shouldn’t centaurs be half bull?
Had my first dream about Obama last night; he and the first lady and I were waiting for a bus to Miami at my grandparent’s house.