"Rod, tell us about the next item up for bid..."

The wife says it's time to update the blogger, as I've exceeded my blog-pause limit. Here, then.
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Speaking of Carey, she's getting excited about being a contestant on The Price is Right next Monday. Granted, no one is assured of being a contestant, but she seems to feel that the perfect outfit combined with the fact that it's her birthday will make her a shoo-in.

"Hon, let's not try to be contestants. Let's just go and have a good time."

"No, Jer, I need the Showcase Showdown. I can win it. I know it."

"But, we won't have a good time if you're worried about whether you're going to get called the whole time."

"That's why you go to the Price is Right!"

"But, Hon."

"But, Jer!"
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Yeah, it's true, Arnie's our governor now. Hoofah, I've never heard so much whining in my life over anything! If Californians hate him so much, how did he get elected? It's almost comical how the media has spun the "unfairness" of the election out of control. 'It was rigged! It was discriminatory! He's practically a rapist! He's a Republican, for God's sake! The horror!'

I didn't vote, I simply didn't have time. I probably would have gone with the Terminator, though. It's just as well, though, because Carey didn't vote either and she made it clear that she'd have gone Green, so we'd have cancelled each other out anyhow.
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Oh, and the movies on this page have had me laughing all week. You kind of have to be a G.I. Joe fan to get it, though.
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Should be getting my insurance money any day now.

Uh.
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The Nazarene director mailed me a check and an apology. I don't know, now I feel bad about moaning so much about the cash thing. Whatever, I can't accept it. As bad as I feel about the script, I feel even worse being paid for it. I think I'm sending him the money back.

This whole thing seems sour. Bluegh.
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Recently read this letter/article on Bookslut.com, which genuinely gave me pause, because the reviewer's absolutely right: book reviewers that love the comic/graphic novel form (even lame ones like myself) are constantly crying out for mainstream acceptance for intelligent, literate comic works. Until we stop crying about it, though, it won't happen. No one takes seriously the man begging to be taken seriously.

I've been guilty of this on my own Recommended Reading list... well, no more. I'll continue to review graphic novels, but enough trying to convince the world that it's a viable form of literature. The world has begun to understand. Bad comics are bad and great comics are great. It's time to move on and assume that everyone gets it.
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So, I made a very strange snap-decision on Friday and I shaved my chest.

It's really really really weird, man, seeing the chest I looked at every day in the mirror as a 14-year-old. I've been so furry for so long that I'd almost forgotten what it was like. It's mondo strange being able to feel my clothes again. A little painful, almost.

Carey doesn't think much of it. When I tried to explain to her that ultra-buff guys shave their chests, she just gave me The Look. I know, Care, I know. No need to spell it out.

I guess I'll grow it back. Anyway, I've never seen anything so white in my life, so it is pretty embarrassing.
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Saw Intolerable Cruelty last night. Very funny movie, the Coen Bros.' latest. And, yeah, this is the very movie that I was able to snag the script and storyboards to a little over a year ago from a friend who was working on the set. It's rare that I'll read a screenplay before seeing the theatrical release. The movie was far different... smaller, in a way... in my head than it was on the big screen. It seemed like a pretty big budget piece with major stars and expensive sets... on the printed page, it looked like a short, funny, inexpensive little ditty.

Worth the cash, though. Not the best Coen flick I've seen, but they never disappoint. I even skipped Tarantino's latest opus to attend. Now that's love.

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