You know, I really need to post more stuff to my blog, just so that it doesn't seem like everytime I log in to send y'all a message, I'm not waxing lyrical over how great Trent Reznor is (fucking great, fyi), or complaining about my thwarted romances. I'll spare you both of those topics (FOR NOW!), even though, believe me, I could let one rip, hardcore, on either one of those topics, if I were so inclined.
Instead, I'll just limit myself to telling you that Monkey and I watched some of the world's most ponce-ridden sport on the Olympics, and while all those pimply-faced boys were smiling their big fake ice-capades smiles while their chiffon wings flew out behind them during their awesome triple salchows and adorable dance moves and what not, I noticed that Russian nancy-boy supreme, Evgeni Plushenko (please, please, PLEASE click that link!), bears a striking resemblance to THE GRODE.
Check it out:
Also, Tricky/Locutus, if you're reading, I JUST NOW saw your really nice post to my prior episode of angst-ridden complaining, and want to acknowledge that you rule. How's things, man? Did your book get published yet?