That's so sad.

The singer of "Gloria," Laura Branigan, died today. She was 47. The web presence for this is pretty goofy-looking. Still, my dad says she was a looker. Just kidding. My dad would never use the word "looker."

Some advice to people who are in a group and then suddenly the group is talking about somebody, but they've already reverted to pronouns, and you're thinking, "Who are they talking about?" Just let your imagination run wild, and come up with someone who would be great doing the things they're talking about this person doing. Then, if ( and only if) you get asked your opinion regarding this person's decision to have a baby, you say something to the effect of "What, Batman's having a baby?" Accolades shall be yours.

Do not EVER drunk dial.

I went up to the dorm where my brother lives to watch the new Entourage tonight. Great stuff, as per usual, and this time I needed to remind several passersby of that fact. A bit lame that I need to wait two weeks before the season finale, however.

Then, my bro and I watched a couple few musical videos over at the launch.com. I will tell you this: Aids is never a direct result of smoking marijuana. Never, ever, nerver, erver. Not that the 8 (!!!) different launch ads were so aware of this. Granted, I will allow that the ladder of abuse does go pot, E, coke, horse. So bully for them that they managed to beat out the ads for getting high and running over little girls at the drive-thru in terms of realism. Just pass the semuta, I need to dull the pain.

I can has parallels between Promethea and X-Men?

It boils down to a lifestyle choice. Alan Moore, at some point in his conscious existence, made the very determined decision to effortlessly work coincidence and synchronicity of events in real life into his writing. Promethea, in particular, is soaking in it.

The dead are not truly so dead anymore in Promethea 31. Please refer to Astonishing X-Men #4. Also, you might notice the rather dashing costumes the 4 Swell Guys are wearing. See Astonishing X-Men #1. There's other stuff, too, and most doesn't even involve the X-Men.

The Retard Twins

You know, because she's cool.

Laurie has a waiting list for people who want to hang out with her.

Duh, stay out of Riverdale!

Last night, good times were only slightly marred by the senseless destruction of a table I've had since high school. Since then, however, its condition had slowly deteriorated to the point of one still-attached leg (from the optimum four). The thrashing it received at the hands of 11 riled-up birthday bashers was pretty much inevitable, I'm sure.

Notes on the new Astonishing X-men

• I thought for sure it was Phoenix. But I'm glad it's not.
• "Ooh, I'm a real X-man, only I'm young and cool and I know all about computers and maybe a cute senior would have a shot with me if he seemed really sensitive and super-powered..."
  
  I honestly didn't think that until Whedon showed up. Now I do. Remember that nonsense from Ellis' Excalibur? Nonsense.

We3

Tom, dressed up like a character from WE 3. Tom, you scamp!

Stand and Deliver.

Dr. Marv

Marv is actually a doctor. Dr. Marv, we call him. I don't think he paid that much attention in medical school, though, because, well, for one, he doesn't prescribe antibiotics. "I don't believe in them," he says. He also volunteers.

The baby's the real killer.

Lance rocks. Lance's camera can kick my camera's ass. After we took pictures of each other taking pictures of each other, we drank for eleven straight days. NO SLEEP.

In other news, did you know that in the far-flung future, when mankind triples the population every century, and colonization of the known galaxy is imminent, there will be time enough for ice cream?

He's not on my fridge, either.

Here can be seen Marv, bitching about not being on the blog yet.

Spittin' Out the Planet

New Entourage: You can win against women and lose against the world, or you can lose against women and win against the world. But these things are open to interpretation, just like Busey says.

Using negatives can be a positive time.

A Day in Pop Culture

So, I ended up missing the encore performance of Entourage tonight, and may have to wait until TOMORROW to see it. That's more than my soul can handle. However, I did meet good company, and saw some Olympics, which never fails to impress.

And 10 DVD Matrix Box Set! Wow. Those movies are almost as good as Entourage, and slightly better than Smallville. Except any episode regarding Red Kryptonite, which are better than both Entourage and the Matrix. However, Jeff Smith's Bone is better than all of these things.

Marv

Marv's over here now, using up all my anytime minutes. It's bullshit. All I want is to see the new Entourage. Why is life so hard?

First Post

Woo. How bout them terms of service, hunh? All I wanted to do was make sure that if I come up with another Mickey Mouse or Wolverine using this thing, that I keep all the money, and it seems like I will. So now phase two.