Monday, June 26, 2006
And oh yeah I got fucked over by my friendly neighborhood comic shop, but bitter didn’t make the toast crispy or the oatmeal lupid, so I’ll lily leave it at that a tat tat.
I just made the decision that the new Blade series, premiering Wednesday night, warrants at least a peremptory tivo assignment. What clinched it was that it’s the guy from onyx playing holmes. I mean, not that there’s anything great, or horribly horrible, about onyx per se, but it does pique my curiosity, and anything comic book related, ah, well, but fuck comic books.
OK, now if you care to read my full vitriolic flipped out version of my annoyance with the comic book store (extreme nerd alert), the typing of which was an exercise in exorcision that became simply impossible to avoid, well, clickety clickety.
reading that much whining & bitching & stomping of feet and moaning filled crapsterpiece antithetical rambling should at least require that he/she about to be served said steeping stinking dish should be warned in advance and encouraged at their peril to pull the trigger on their own recognizance of journey into said psyche.
ok that might have been a bit overblown of an introduction to that which is really a dogshit acre. apologies advance like for any, uh, whatever the fuck happens to your brain in over or underabundance upon said readership. sheesh.