Everybody Beats The Crap Out Of Raymond With A Crowbar

I'm telling you, I could make a fortune doing programming for any major network.

So I got nothin' going on. Work still sucks. Nobody will play HeroClix with me. Can't find gamers for my RPG. T'ousands o' cool little plastic figures around the apartment, gathering dust. Along with twenty years worth of work on a roleplaying campaign I can't get anyone to play in.

Yeah. All I have in my life is the greatest fiancee in the world and the most fabulous kids imaginable. Woe. Woe is me.

The last two episodes of DEADWOOD have been way too short, too. Anybody who's paying for HBO just to watch this show should be pissed.

It's weird. Both my blog and SuperFiancee's seem to be in a slump. No one much is commenting on either. Now, with me it could just be that I'm obnoxious, but I can't understand why SHE doesn't get comments. She's fabulous! She should have a book deal. It makes no sense. Everyone go give her nice comments. Do it NOW.

Hey, I took SUPREME POWER VOL. 1 out of the library and read it last weekend. I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected to. Squadron Supreme meets Watchmen. Interesting. I wonder who the fish guy is.

WizKids has confirmed quite a few of the figs that will be in SUPERNOVA, but I can't talk about that here or Mike Norton will beat me to death with his Spectre sculpt.

It looks like being an even better set than SINISTER for character choice. I assume the dials will make strong men weep, though. Seems like a safe presumption.

I should just give up on REINVENTING COMICS.

It amazes me that no one on the internet has ever published a Photoshopped picture of the Olsen twins tongue kissing each other.

Not that I've looked exhaustively, or anything.

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