Let us gaily tread the measure

DUDES TODAY I HELPED AN IMAGINEER

"What would you like me to put on the invoice?"

"Uh, just 'Bob Loblaw, Disney Imagineer.' That's I-M---"

"Sir. I know how to spell Imagineer."

I have surveyed the internet, and I think the best way to reintegrate with the blogging community is to upload a video of my cats getting a bath.



Orange was filthier, but her bath wasn't quite as angsty.



I'll say something of substance later. Just wanted to let you know I am alive, and thanks for bearing with me.

As the credits rolled on Twilight and we capped off the bulk of our giggles, the ribbing began in earnest.

"If they're really hitting the balls that hard enough to generate thunder-like sound, how the hell are their baseball bats not breaking?"

To which my friend said: "Well. They're vampire bats."

NEVER DISMISS THE AWESOME POWER OF A WELL-TIMED GRANDPA JOKE. That one nearly killed me.

This series gets mega points for being a girly romance with the laziest romance and weakest female characters ever! It's sort of impressive!

Man, real life has been distracting in an unbloggable way. WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE LACK OF CEILING IN MY BATHROOM? Man, I barely want to hear about that. Know what it's like to make eye contact with 80 years of infrastructure while you pee? I could write an epic poem about it.



Foley drew this pretty sweet tat on my shoulder in honor of the update to littlebooks.



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The Rock as Race Bannon may be the greatest thing I have ever heard of in my life.

Between this and Cate Blanchett maybe being Maid Marian (suck on that, Audrey Hepburn), I am tenatively pumped about the future of the cinemas.

Man, I've always hated Donnie Darko --- not in the manner I usually dislike things, but an actual crazy hate, like my vision goes blurry and I want to punch a hole in Richard Kelly's face, and then fill that hole with bees. I go from zero to

in nothing flat.

Under the recommendation of friends, we put Southland Tales on the Netflix queue, and gave it a shot late night, based on the thesis that I will watch any post-apocalypse movie once.

I... I think I may hate Richard Kelly. A pure, innocent hate, all-consuming and unthinking.

Watching that movie, I realized, this is what racism feels like. I am a Richard Kelly bigot. I am scared of him moving to my neighborhood. I do not think he should be allowed to reproduce. I do not want him to vote.

I want to punch him in the face, and fill his face with bees.

People I love and respect cherish his films, and that's fine. I respect your right to admire his work, admire his narrative voice. My bigotry doesn't extend that far. I just honestly and truly never want to think about him ever again for the rest of my life.

Unless I can fill him with bees. ...bees that have polio.

"Ultimate fans need not despair, though. Quesada announced that the Ultimate stories will continue in Ultimate Comics, a new line to be launched in July. Brian Bendis is on Ultimate Comics Spider-Man, with art by David LaFuente. Bendis promises that the series will trace the events following Ultimatum and, though it won't be a reboot, it does feature a new cast of characters, and we may see someone new in the Spidey suit."

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY STORIES. Marvel, your stupid Event can go suck on Thor's hammer.

I... enjoyed watching the Super Bowl?

WHO AM I

Also: tomorrow is my birthday! I sort of forgot about it this year.

....WHO AM I

Basically Underworld 3: Wolf of the Wolf Wolf is what happens when your metal, crit-filled D&D session gets turned into an Evanescence music video.

Also, here is your vampire Halloween costume:

a) Mug a leather daddy.
b) Buy a Bedazzler.

Here is your werewolf costume:

a) Mug a leather daddy.
b) Forget to shave.

You're welcome.