at the gun show with Brad. that's not a euphamism. we're in a room full of guns.

I think it's high time I revive my initiative to call everybody Sugar Britches.

"This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever."
- Sigmund Freud (speaking about the Irish)

awesome weather, great hair day, new comics, new Magic cards (mythic rares!), Pixies on the stereo, no assholes in the store: could be worse

Happy Discount Chocolate Day!

Couples, go home and fuck already! Singles, go home and pout already! Whatever, just stop pestering me.

Some Valentines for the rest of us, part 3

Genius!

Ah, the good ol' days when you could put little girls in refrigerators.

Krampus again!

So, Batman likes to swing the developmentally challenged?

Ah, the good ol' days when threats of violence were endearing.

Check out the jugs on her!

Astro-kitty likes to watch.

Some valentines for the rest of us, part 2

I swiped these from Sissydude. It's a fun site, not at all safe for work or the prudish.

Some Valentines for the rest of us, part 1

Found these around the web, don't claim any ownership or whatever.

I totally know the feeling.

Krampus?!? I endorse this Xmas mascot's attempt to branch out and diversify.

The fastest way to man's heart...

And now my glasses are broken. FML.

I had an awesome dream that a volcano erupted in Fayetteville. The devastation was spectacular and I felt rested when I woke up.

Heh, everybody bitching online about the #halftime is way more entertaining than the actual thing.

Ugh, it's never a good sign when they're perched like vultures waiting for me to pen the doors.

calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean...