Miscellany

It occurs to me that on my days off, I don't do a damn thing. Take today for instance. I woke up quick, at about noon, rolled out of bed, didn't shower, didn't shave. It's pretty ridiculous.

Woke up with a sore throat today, anyway. It's been feeling pretty rough since New Year's and my first shot of Jack Daniels, but spending all that time in a smoke filled bar last night really aggravated it. Speaking of, I forgot to mention it last night, but Hot Lava Monster played in a room that had a giant spider made of tinfoil attatched to the ceiling. It was very cool, and when I say "giant," I mean the body of this thing was like six feet long, and the legs were huge. And also made of shiny tinfoil. Matt didn't notice it.

Mom and I watched the first couple episodes of Monk today. I got her season 1 for Christmas, and it's awesome. To read this thing, it's pretty obvious that I'm a fan of the private eye genre, and I can give Tony Shalhoub a righteous thumbs-up for his performance. It's great, and I encourage you to watch it. But more on good TV later.

First, some quick post responses. First, Jim, I think you're a little confused. I don't know if you saw my response to your post, but I think you're thinking of Brian Michael Bendis, writer of Avengers, Ultimate Spider-Man, Powers, and a bunch of other books that used to be good, with my man Warren E. Second, I found out who that J. Kern fellow who posted a hilarious response to my erotic fan-fiction bit was. Turns out he's an old friend under a new name. Do yourself a favor and check out his Dollar Movie Reviews over on InsidePulse.

So after I got to the bottom of THAT mystery, it was time for the greatest block of TV ever created: The Desperate Housewives/Boston Legal Double-Shot. If Fox hadn't been showing the season premier of 24, we could've added Arrested Development at 8:30 and gotten the Trifecta. If you're not watching Desperate Housewives, man... What are you doing with your life? It's awesome. It's got the hottest woman on television on it, for cryin' out loud! And what's more, it made Teri Hatcher hot again! I'm not going to lie, in that post-Lois phase where she was doing Radio Shack commercials, she was pretty rough. But now she's back, dating Mike the Plumber, and WHO KNOWS what he's into! He's got a gun and a stack of cash hidden away in his house! And now he's being framed for Martha Huber's murder, and--

Sorry. Just... Just watch it, okay? It's really good.

Boston Legal has the Shatner. And the Spader. Nothing more need be said.

These two shows have given rise to Scott and I rapid-firing emails to each other while they're on in a little thing we like to call Sunday Night ABC Club. And brother, it's a good club to be in.

Also, I was thinking about future updates, and I was considering doing a Worst Comics of 2004 bottom-ten list. But then I figured that my chances of getting work at DC and Marvel are already fragile enough as it is... Any thoughts?