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I’m having a hard time deciding whether or not to post to this site or my work site. I feel obligated to post to the work one, but I also feel like I have to be more professional or something. So because of this dilemma I’m posting to neither!

The other issue is the four people that read this site, and yes I’m ignoring you comment spammers who are so enamored with my “Rat Sex” post, I pretty much talk to everyday already. So if I come across something interesting worth posting, or better yet have an original thought, I probably already shared it with one or all of them. What to do? Fuck it, I’ll just ramble.

Turns out we have a “shit well”.  That is apparently an industry term. I’ve technically been without water for about three weeks now. Luckily my neighbor Norman has been pretty awesome and has let me keep a hose hooked to his house this entire time. If I try and explain what is wrong with my well, my head will explode so I’ll skip that. Just know this, when you buy a house with a well ask if it’s a “shit well”.

My comics are pretty damned organized these days though, that makes me pretty happy. I still don’t have this, but damn if I don’t want it real bad. T.V. has been pretty shitty since Lost and Heroes went off so I’ve been reading a lot more. You should be reading the following back issues, Planetary, Thor (Walt Simonson’s run), Savage Dragon, and pretty much anything Keith Giffen wrote. He makes me laugh no matter what book he’s writing. As for current stuff, that’s totally up to you but ask Justin in four months why he’s looking for World War Hulk back issues and he’ll say “Bill told me I’d regret it.”

My hammock broke, and yes I was in it. Nobody saw it, but Kris was pretty disappointed that she missed it. I’m in the market for a new one, it’s an important part of my life. If you have suggestions please contact me using the myriad of options I’m not giving you. [Looks in the direction of those damn Rat Sex commenters]

Justin and I went to see Astronautilus at Backbooth (that is not a picture of Skip) Saturday night. We are both old men with babies and there is nothing like a couple of married dudes out on the town. Justin knew the Skip kid, whose name is really Justin but Skip is so much cooler I mean come on. Skip seemed like he wanted to make friends with everyone in the crowd, which was a pretty realistic goal since there were like thirty people there, but it didn’t happen. I totally shut him down. The thing is, if you don’t know me chances are I probably don’t want to know you. I absolutely hate small talk. I hate making “friends” with people in temporary situations. I just don’t have the energy for it. I guess that makes me an asshole or whatever, but if I’m going to invest the time to be your friend it’s going to be because it’s worth it. Not just because we share some bullshit insignificant common thread. “Oh you like Vitamin Water too? We should totally be friends, hit me up on the MySpace and I’ll leave you hot commentz.” I just don’t get it and never will. I am most definitely the cranky old man in your neighborhood. Sorry. For those of you who get my full friend fury, I think you’ll agree that the extra energy I save up by rejecting all the temporary friends is put to good use. If you don’t agree then fuck you, you’re out of the circle.

Now the battery is dying so I have to stop typing, you should go read my wife’s site instead.