Y’know, if I wanted to freeze to death, I’d have moved to fucking Alaska.

You can tell it’s cold because I actually bought a scarf. Of course, I hate wearing scarves, and I spend most of my time wrestling with it to get it on right, and I end up looking like Lamont fucking Cranston. And yes, I’m talented enough to wrestle with a scarf.

I’m trying not to be irritated by the “Win a Date with Tad Hamilton” movie. I’m just not used to seeing my name in regards to things that aren’t involving me (maybe it’s why I’m so self-absorbed), and to have it attached to something so crappy looking is just irritating.

Frankly, I think I’m done with movies until Hellboy comes out in March. Maybe my transportation troubles will be over by then. Mmmmmmmm, Hellboy. I’ve only read the first trade, but it’s one of those great concepts and ideas, and Mike Mignola is amazingly talented.

Hellboy, it’s what’s for dinner.

Hellboy, the other other white meat.

“Line of Fire” was damn good last night. That really is a great show. FBI, Mafia. All good stuff. 24 is fun, but lately I’ve been finding a lot of the dialogue a little bit stale. I dunno, maybe it’s me, but I think they’ve done better.

In other news, if you look down and to the left you can see I’ve added some more links, including some blogs of people I know and strangers I watch. People watching is fun.

Ugh, I’m babbling. Should be working, but you know how that is. I did actually do some editing at Toni’s while I was there. Ah well.

Babble fish, I remain…