i have a healthy relationship with deadspin.

i put my expendable income into the internet

and the mailman brings me comic books. next week i'm going to read about the punisher killing the x men and spiderman and shit. and maybe swamp thing too.


oh, and nick likes your blog, roh.

so are all these computers sending me shit speaking in japanese or what?

there's not much i like more than television poker. is that some kind of taboo? i'm not very good at cards.

So i've spent my rainy afternoon downloading Brand New albums and trying to find the Swamp Thing hardcovers for cheap.

soon i'm going to watch stuff about the civil war.

when you assess your feelings and realize you're heartless

last night at work, this depressing regular came in like he normally does. you know, he loves sports but has no one to talk to, so he wrangles in the staff for minute or two conversations about inane shit that no one really cares about. he's about 35 or 40 with long grey hair and a stupid hat and a big beer gut and he orders some wings or a whole pizza for himself and just sits. waiting for someone to walk into his conversational radius so he can rope them in.

yesterday the dude walked in and told us that his best friend had died that morning, and i was frustrated that i had to feign some kind of remorse or sympathy.

for nick and roh

i wanna go to amc 30 and feel nervous with something to prove.

i hate the myth of icarus.

i'm having a real hard time choosing a worthwhile movie and then sticking with it. i normally just resort to king of the hill.

The Revolution Will Be Live