Hi Myspace. It's been a while, if we exclude my way-too-long rambling about how fuckin' whacked out Alejandro Jodorowsky's adaptation of Dune would've been.

Did it make you go out and rent El Topo or the Holy Mountain? Did you all go out and order, borrow, steal, and read any comics he's written like Technopriests or the Meta-Barons? Did you hit up Wikipedia for more information on Jodorowsky himself, reading about how he performs THERAPEUTIC PSYCHOMAGIC and stuff?

Probably not. And I don't blame you.

Anyways, let's run through some stuff real quickly, shall we?

I'm slowly moving things into a new apartment in which I will be living alongside the great CJ. We have a kickass living room with all things good, and my room is going to be pretty awesome as well when I get it all finished up. I won't be living there just yet. I need to stay in Bristol to keep working at the storage buildings until I can wrangle a job in Johnson City, or until the new semester starts, whichever comes first. Sadly, it'll probably be the latter, because our economy is teh s_uxx0rz.

Kat has me reading the Dark Tower series. The Gunslinger was awesome, the Drawing of the Three was...meh, but the Waste Lands is the one I'm on right now and it's pretty sweet. Once I finish it, only four more books to go!

Oh, and I bought Guillermo del Toro's first novel, the Strain, co-written with Chuck Hogan, who I've never heard of. It's a vampire novel, but it's del Toro trying to bring about a return of the vampires of folklore, the plague-ridden Nosferatu-esque motherfuckers that don't fucking sparkle like pussies and would sooner rip your throat out than swoon you with poetry about immortality or something. There is no romance here, just a lot of blood being drained. I'm not even 100 pages into it, but I love it and so far whole-heartedly recommend it, if only for the fact that it's also a sort of modernization of Dracula. I mean, the airplane? PERFECT.

The lead vampire is apparently 8 feet tall, too. That's pretty awesome. So is his origin story from the very first chapter of the thing.

I saw Transformers 2. It has a lot of problems, but it's still an incredible movie, a sensory overload and hot damn I want an action figure of Ravage.

I played and beat Mother 3, making it the only non-Pokémon traditional JRPG I've ever actually FINISHED. You have no idea how happy this accomplishment makes me. I can now mark it off of my list of Things To Do Before I Die. I might review it for the amazing Hindsight Alloys. I should.

ROB-CON was Saturday. Kat got more comics than I did, which is just a bit baffling. We each bought an issue of Heavy Metal, and her issue had more tits, robots, and cool shit than mine. Bah.

Pepper is going deaf in her old age. Poor girl. It kind of bugs me.

I'm spending the weekend in Johnson City because my parents leave tomorrow morning for Maryland for a family reunion. HUZZAH.

The director of the Machine Girl is back with a film called RoboGeisha. It looks awful. I can't wait.

I...I can't think of anything else. Therefore, I must retreat back into the wild. AWAY!

[Brett]