The Nine Percent
My election take over at last exit.
ooh, it’s my ****, it’s my ****
also, the comic is back up. to infinity, and beyond
My election take over at last exit.
ooh, it’s my ****, it’s my ****
also, the comic is back up. to infinity, and beyond
This is an idea I’ve had for a long time but am inspired to do at the confluence of the start of the World Series and my finally beginning to read Achewood. It’s Ichiro the comic. And I took it down because I am constantly giving myself new things to do instead of working on the good stuff. Free free to real Achewood, though.
Completely intentional style-biting in my world series preview.
A couple weeks ago, I have to say that last night’s episode was pretty good. Nice mix of everything done well.
A new screed up on Intricately Independent. I know, it’s a mouthful of a name for a blog. It’s from a song.
Should have an election blurb going up soon on Last Exit.
Also, follow me in the comments on Cleveland Frowns — spirited election talk with my Republican buddy, specifically in the pre-debate potluck.
Clever, sure: not funny.
I wrote about Ricky Williams on my new blog.
Ricky Williams has fascinated me for a long time, but now he just saddens me, and I wish he would just retire instead of saying stupid sh!t.
UPDATE: I took the essay down because I wasn’t happy with it but I’m going to work on it. It’s saved.
My new blog is here.
This blog, however, will continue to exist, as a clearinghouse for my work there, on Last Exit and Me and Pedro (or whatever sports blog I end up going with). Hooray! I’ll try and post all other work here so this is a one-stop shop. I hate that phrase. Oh well.
I remember David Foster Wallace at Last Exit Mag
But 2,000 hits — and 1,000 ballots — in two days at the RT gives you some energy.