Wrecker Report

Michelle Branch didn't come out afterwards to meet her adoring public, but the lovely Jessica Harp did.

She thinks I'm crazy. Or maybe she's crazy about me. We ARE were friends on myspace, after all.

My favorite exchange, after a woman (apparently a mother) asked Luke to take a picture of her and Jessica for her daughter. Which required Luke getting her e-mail address and phone number.

Mother: My daughter is getting into some music that I don't approve of...

Me: What, like the Eminem and Hoobastank and what not? (true quote!)

Mother: Exactly, and we're trying to get her to listen to more white people music. Like the Wreckers.

Me: But not those traitorous Dixie Chicks! (not true quote)

I love that b...

Now that's a comic book.

There's a reason this book outsells every other traditionally-sized comic 3-to-1. Specifically, She-Hulk's butt is the reason.

The Funny thing about mainstream America.

I have tickets to see The Wreckers on Thursday, and I am super-stupidly psyched. You would not believe how psyched I am. I absolutely cannot wait to see this girl who is three months younger than me (yet is married to a man two decades her senior with whom she has a child) perform barefoot next to her friend who serves the important dichotomy of being more attractive yet less popular, while the two of them sing songs that are almost entirely centered around why I shouldn't even look at them I'm such a prick.

The funny thing about mainstream America is that as soon as we heard the Country and Western types didn't want anything to do with the Dixie Chicks anymore, we debuted them at number one. It was a fucking concerted effort.

And I just have to get in on that kind of schizophrenia. On the ground floor. Y'know, before Newsweek tells me to.