Jack Bauer: My Day of Mourning Saviour
Okay, okay, relax, relax. I'm back. Jeez, you take ONE DAY to recover from a heartbreak you saw coming a mile away, and everyone gets all fussy.
First and foremost, here's the Link of the Day. It makes me happy. Which reminds me-- Piratefest is THIS weekend, and it starts about five blocks from where I work, Friday at 5. Who's the first Bucco signing autographs? Why, the incomparable Rob Mackowiak, that's who. Which begs the question: Does ANYONE want to meet me dahn'tahn and go to Piratefest with me on Friday? It's ten bucks. YOU can watch with glee as I wonder, in awe, through the glory of the David Lawrence Convention Center, resplendant in it's black and gold Pirate regalia. And I'll even promise not to wear my homemade Mackowiak t-shirt. I'll just opt for the 'Pittsburgh' jersey.
Also, whoever linked to the Stillers game is a heartless bastard/bitch. Pull that shit again, and I WILL use the power of the sitemeter to BAN your ass.
Moving right along. Yesterday sucked. I slept in until 1:30p to simultaneously recover from my hangover/heartache, then ran some errands. I thought comic book day could help save me from my Stillerless, Penguinless, Pirateless doldrums (it's going to be a LONG 24 days until Spring Training...even LONGER until Opening Day), but to no avail. The new writer on Adjectiveless X-Men still sucks, and much to my shagrin, NO ONE ON THE PLANET IS CAPABLE OF WRITING HAVOK LIKE HE HAS A SET OF BALLS. It really angers me. Also, I finally picked up a copy of "Invincible"-- a tongue-in-cheek look at teenage superheroes. Though it was okay, it didn't light my world on fire, and I ended up pretty disappointed. At least, however, Ex Machina is finally released in trade next week, and I'm due an Astonishing X-Men today or tomrrow. So there's still hope.
So yeah, Monday was sucking like no other. Then Jack Bauer killed 16 terrorists, nearly single-handedly, in the first ten minutes of 24 last night. In the process, he not only saved the Secretary of Defense, but also the Sec.'s daughter, Audrey, who just happens to be Jack's girlfriend. If you're keeping score at home Jack Bauer is the Tom Brady of Television heroes. If you've not started watching 24 yet, there's still time to get on board, as the terrorist plot has only JUST NOW become clear: "Use some sort of remote control device developed by the DOD to take control of all 104 nuclear power plants in the US, and cause 104 meltdowns. Good bye, America."
If that doesnt' get you to turn FOX on next Monday at 9, you hate America. Commie.
Really- the show's fantastic, and it is the only thing that took place after I woke up at 1:30pm yesterday that made me remotely happy.
Okay, that's going to have to do for now, it's goin' on 8+, I've got beer to bottle, I'm tired as hell, and the Queen Bee blatantly avoided eye contact with me, even though I was straight-dope-pimpin' in my light blue sweater/brown pants combo today. I even shaved. Dammit. Also- no song today, I'm too busy listening to "Rough Draft" by Yellowcard (Friday's Song of the Day) on repeat, as I am one to do.
Ah well, at least you never have to hear me say "straight-dope-pimpin'" in the Kingdom ever again. Also- KLE, where's my rant? I need to post SOMETHING tomorrow.
toodles,
-apk
First and foremost, here's the Link of the Day. It makes me happy. Which reminds me-- Piratefest is THIS weekend, and it starts about five blocks from where I work, Friday at 5. Who's the first Bucco signing autographs? Why, the incomparable Rob Mackowiak, that's who. Which begs the question: Does ANYONE want to meet me dahn'tahn and go to Piratefest with me on Friday? It's ten bucks. YOU can watch with glee as I wonder, in awe, through the glory of the David Lawrence Convention Center, resplendant in it's black and gold Pirate regalia. And I'll even promise not to wear my homemade Mackowiak t-shirt. I'll just opt for the 'Pittsburgh' jersey.
Also, whoever linked to the Stillers game is a heartless bastard/bitch. Pull that shit again, and I WILL use the power of the sitemeter to BAN your ass.
Moving right along. Yesterday sucked. I slept in until 1:30p to simultaneously recover from my hangover/heartache, then ran some errands. I thought comic book day could help save me from my Stillerless, Penguinless, Pirateless doldrums (it's going to be a LONG 24 days until Spring Training...even LONGER until Opening Day), but to no avail. The new writer on Adjectiveless X-Men still sucks, and much to my shagrin, NO ONE ON THE PLANET IS CAPABLE OF WRITING HAVOK LIKE HE HAS A SET OF BALLS. It really angers me. Also, I finally picked up a copy of "Invincible"-- a tongue-in-cheek look at teenage superheroes. Though it was okay, it didn't light my world on fire, and I ended up pretty disappointed. At least, however, Ex Machina is finally released in trade next week, and I'm due an Astonishing X-Men today or tomrrow. So there's still hope.
So yeah, Monday was sucking like no other. Then Jack Bauer killed 16 terrorists, nearly single-handedly, in the first ten minutes of 24 last night. In the process, he not only saved the Secretary of Defense, but also the Sec.'s daughter, Audrey, who just happens to be Jack's girlfriend. If you're keeping score at home Jack Bauer is the Tom Brady of Television heroes. If you've not started watching 24 yet, there's still time to get on board, as the terrorist plot has only JUST NOW become clear: "Use some sort of remote control device developed by the DOD to take control of all 104 nuclear power plants in the US, and cause 104 meltdowns. Good bye, America."
If that doesnt' get you to turn FOX on next Monday at 9, you hate America. Commie.
Really- the show's fantastic, and it is the only thing that took place after I woke up at 1:30pm yesterday that made me remotely happy.
Okay, that's going to have to do for now, it's goin' on 8+, I've got beer to bottle, I'm tired as hell, and the Queen Bee blatantly avoided eye contact with me, even though I was straight-dope-pimpin' in my light blue sweater/brown pants combo today. I even shaved. Dammit. Also- no song today, I'm too busy listening to "Rough Draft" by Yellowcard (Friday's Song of the Day) on repeat, as I am one to do.
Ah well, at least you never have to hear me say "straight-dope-pimpin'" in the Kingdom ever again. Also- KLE, where's my rant? I need to post SOMETHING tomorrow.
toodles,
-apk
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