Dodgers Acquire Manny for LaRoche, Morris

that's sick! my mind is blown.
that's sick! my mind is blown.
that's sick! my mind is blown.
that's sick! my mind is blown.

interview me. interview me hard.

Juju Chang is so hot. I'll watch any story she reports on just to see her ask questions.

Other reporters I'll watch strictly for aesthetic reasons:

Liz Cho

Liz Habib

Diane Sawyer

Morley Safer

Fiddlesticks.

why are you here. either show me a badge or get the fuck out.

Espoir.


Il y a dîneur plus bas dans la rue. C'est sombre, froid et humide, faiblement lit, et laid. Je l'aime. Si je peux, j'habiterais là. J'y vais souvent avec mes amis, surtout pour le dîner. Quelquefois, je vais seul. Il y a femme là. Espoir. Elle semble me rappeler. Je rappèle son nom. Je toujours ai pensé si j'ai une fille, je nommerais son Espoir. Espoir est très belle. Elle est vieillie, un morceau plus que je, mais expérimenté. Vous pouvez le voir dans ses lignes. Le dîneur. Comment je l'aime.

une rosier et mon coeur pour vous, mon cheri...

Fuck.

L'écriture est en français une expérience stupéfiante. Tout semble juste autant de plus éloquent. Donc émotif, passionné, et romantique. Je pourrais parler de rien, comme prendre une merde ce matin mais il semble toujours si -- peut comment je dis... français. Je pense que je ferai toute mon écriture en français maintenant : Mon blog, mes lettres, envoie un e-mail à, les listes d'épicerie, les messages de texte, le vandalisme de grafitti, tout. L'autre agréable et libérant un peu la partie est que j'obtiens la sensation personne lecture ceci sait ce que l'enfer je dis. C'est vaguement agréable. C'est comme pouvoir crier en haut de vos poumons dans une pièce insonorisée. Vous n'ennerrez personne, et même plus d'une manière importante, ils ne vous ennerront pas.

patches

once again, he was a very happy dog...

nerdage. circa 1990's.

was having a well-inhebriated discussion at a friend's house the other night about some apparent list that came out recently listing the top comic-book super heroes of all time. they listed batman as #1 and superman at #2.

thought i would create my own list since i am a comic book historian and know full well that the best of comic books have come and gone in the 90's.

1. superman - how can you not list superman as #1? sure, the way he was represented in the comics was pretty gay, but the way christopher reeve and alexander salkind brought him to life went above and beyond his permanent imagery. chris reeves became the face of superman, not some gritty, homo-ed out cartoon caricature.
2. daredevil. NOT the movie, although i've never seen it. i'm pretty sure ben affleck is adeptly faggish in it, though. i'm talking about daredevil comics, the macabre, dark, gothic story of a tortured blind man getting involved with decrepitous villains everywhere he goes. this comic was darker and more melancholy than any comic i ever read. art by john romita, jr. gave it a vibe all its own.
3. spiderman. web slinging and one-liners.
4. batman. i always thought batman was kind of gay. maybe i was tainted by adam west and burt ward.
5. grendel. the only reason grendel is not higher in the list is because i never read too many of them, but what i did read blew my mind. she was some sort of female assassin. no real powers or none that i can remember. the artwork was pretty nouveau, too.
6. the x-men. not the movie. the x-men started taking dark turns in the 90's, with their team falling apart and no one really fully trusting another. wolverine, jean summers, scott summers, colossus, storm, havok, arcangel, gambit, rogue, and dr. charles xavier were always caught up in storylines of action, adventure, romance, intrigue... yeah, i know that sounds cliche, but wolverine was getting involved with scott summers' wife, etc., etc.,. it was pretty cool. i think havoc died then came back as a villain. i can't remember a lot but i remember it was cool.
that's all i can remember.
end of list.

oh, i forgot to mention the punisher. put him in there somewhere, not sure where.

and speedball. not sure he was all that cool but looking back now i realize the creators were doing something duplicitous.

and rain man. is he a hero? guess not.

i guess you can put hagar the horrible in there too.

and cathy.

calvin and hobbes.

i've made a complete mockery of my list.

fuck lists.

Raindrops Keep Fallin on My Head!

i'm gonna miss the hell outta them kids...
two of them, at least.

Irrationalization.

It is within the nature of man to tire of things he posesses. It is why men cheat, it is why the world evolves, and it is why I can't keep a goddamned job. Once something is new, like a woman, there is immeasurable allure in it. The new, the unmarked, the foreign, the unconquered. During the courtship, the unfamiliar becomes familiar. Certain levels are explored and deemed likeable or not. Through time this continues into familiarity, comfort, and in time-- boredom. The idea that man is to be bound to one profession for the entirety of his life (although some explore two or three) is fastly becoming obsolete. Or should be. It was a different time when men were expected to graduate high school, perform their stint in the military, then go home to a lifetime of full-time work to support a wife and children. People were stupid back then. Morals and ideals were purer, but in general, people were stupid. As time and technology progresses, people become less stupid. The standards of the old chip away and crumble with each passing year, until finally they no longer stand. The world is changing, the times are changing, and there is no reason-- nor should there be a reason for man not to change with it. It is the theory of evolution, the theory for survival. In 1994 I was told to pick a major to dictate what I should be doing for the rest of my life. I barely knew how to tie my shoe much less pick a lifetime commitment. In 2008 I ask myself the same question and still fail to come up with a solid answer. Though my shoe-tying skills have vastly improved, my ability to set a single path for myself has not become any clearer. I want to straddle the line. I want to wander meanderingly. I don't want to walk one foot in front of the other in unison. I want to run in zig-zagged patterns, flailing and kicking, all the while still moving forward.

Unemployable.

i'm getting pretty damn good at writing resignation letters... which is not a good thing.

the spider.

i watched the spider crawl across the floor, illuminated only by the television in the background of an otherwise darkened room. it crawled ever so slowly, showing me the fine structure of its legs. its shadow cast along the floor was four times its size. the spider crawled ever so slowly.

i've lost all concept of what it means to sleep at a decent hour.

Repentance.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.