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Comic for Thursday, March 17th
Posted: 9:00 am, Thursday, March 17th, 2005 (In case anyone's unfamiliar with Mother Jones, it's a lefty mag named after an early labor leader whom Teddy Roosevelt called the Most Dangerous Woman in America - she was 80 at the time.) Not much of a post today, gang, sorry. Had to go see a man about some freelance on my lunch break yesterday, and then he kept me waiting in the lobby for about five minutes after I got there. Fascinating. Is anyone reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close? 2.0 picked it up (along with the masterpiece, Yankees Suck!, which I tore through immediately) last week. It's quite good. A few moments in the first 220 pages are overwhelmingly sad. I do wish that JFS had, at the beginning of the book, announced "This book is 340 pages long," or however many, because when I flipped to the end to see how long it was, I ran into a few pages of pictures, and it kind of ruined a bit of the ending. That's right, pictures. There are quite a few pictures in this book. Been a while since I could say that about a book I was reading. The Foo Fighters apparently have a double CD on the way. Their last one wasn't terribly good, but There Is Nothing Left To Lose remains a good listen. WERE YOU AWARE: Gabriel Byrne is following me around, making sure that I never see the Foo Fighters in concert, because it will unlock one of the seals of the apocalypse? This is true! They canceled from the bill at Woodstock '99 (the one that ended in rape and fire), Dave Groehl got a stomach virus the day RAW and I were supposed to see them with the Chili Peppers in Columbus, Ohio, and, most recently, I went to Radio City Music Hall upon seeing their name on the marquee. Me: Are tickets for the Foo Fighters on sale yet? In trying to recruit some more people for the tourney challenge at ESPN (group: Mrs. Bitter, password: irish, sign up before noon!), I wrote some of my deadbeat friends yesterday and tried implying that my friend Bitter was actually dead. I was trying to get a group eulogy going, but seeing as these were the friends too lazy to sign up for an on-line bracket, this effort met with easily anticipated failure. Trying to rouse the troops, I sang On Eagle's Wings, the song they played at my grandmother's funeral a few weeks back that made me get all teary. Check out the little mini-icon on that site - it's the three crosses on Calgary. Holy geez! Evidently, these are the 30 hottest things you can say to a naked woman. I especially recommend #15. If you want to wind up in jail. This may be the worst one of these columns I've ever seen. See, I told you, not too much. Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! Have a Guinness and some corned beef. Mmmm, corned beef. bullfrog |
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