So, yeah, yesterday, I printed that little guy you see below. I had three of those twenty sheet pads of bristol, but I was at Artists & Craftsmen getting ink and they had these hundred packs of cheap watercolor paper for $12 so I ended up doing about 150 instead of 60. That's a lot of printing. And yet, so good.

Then, rushing home to watch MNF, a spider appeared scurrying on the inside of the windshield, stopped right in front of me. Luckily, I was able to deal with it without killing the motorcyclist who was in front of me. Go me.

Here's some anger for you this morning. "Take your pick." Indeed.

I finally saw Iron Man.
For 99 cents.
I liked.

The Pirates end up 67-95.
Way to go, boys.

I think my brother nailed it. Obama is the brains, Biden is the muscles, Palin is the looks, and McCain is the wild card. Of course that leaves us a useless chick short. Wait, or are we missing "looks"?

What the hell was up with Dave Letterman last night? He was going after McCain with everything he's got. It was glorious. It was so glorious that Comcast blacked out our feed at the end of it. No more anti-McCain commentary for you, Pittsburgh!

I totally called today's Sally Forth.
Sally, your marriage is over!

Pirates avoid 100 lose season!
Next up: avoid 99 lose season!

5. "I wish Gibson had just made up shit to ask her, like 'Explain the Kerzensteinhoffer Methodology,' just to see which talking point she thought fit it."

The Rude Pundit is still my hero.

“Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.”

I can't believe Jesus talked about Sarah Palin like that.

Also, I think she'd be the lipstick, right? George W. Bush is the pig. Or she's George W. Bush with lipstick. Take your pick.

Yes, I had that thought, uh, two weeks ago.

Wait, what?

Plus: an explanation.

You know that feeling you get when you're working on something new and different, and you've put everything you've got into it, and you're not entirely sure it's going to work? I love that feeling.

"And then it hits me. I'm thirty. I've only got three years to preach before they crucify me."